Page 35 of Good at Being Bad (Rock Canyon, Idaho 8)

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Then he walked past her and came back carrying one of his dining-room chairs. She waited as he pulled a towel out of the cupboard and sat down.

“Do what you want. I’m at your mercy.”

Chapter Eleven

Mike tried to ignore the hard ache in his groin that began plaguing him the second Ellie had run her finger across his cheek. He knew she was just messing with him, but his cock didn’t, and when her fingers slipped into his hair, the sensation only intensified.

“So, I can do anything I want?”

Was there a husky tone in her voice or was that just wishful thinking?

“Anything. I’m all yours.”

She touched a switch and the clippers buzzed. “Lean forward.”

He did what she asked and felt the first vibration as the clipper ran up the back of his head and the whisper of his hair falling to the bathroom floor. He’d let it grow too long, but knowing she was shaving it all should have made him panic. Surprisingly, he kept thinking about what she said about liking men with short or shaved hair.

She isn’t who I should be dressing for.

But his body didn’t know that as her fingers brushed and stroked his scalp. It was agonizing torture that felt amazing.

When she finally turned the clippers off, he felt a warm, wet towel wiping across the back and sides of his neck.

“Can you sit up now?”

He did as she asked and she wiped along his forehead and ears, her brow furrowed in concentration. She picked up the clippers once more, probably to clean up the front and around his ears, and when she finished, she still hadn’t backed away from him, her legs straddling one of his so her breasts were right in his face.

“I think you’re done,” she said softly above him. He looked up into her hazel eyes and his hands ached to grab her hips and pull her down until she was sitting on his thigh. Would it make her wet and throbbing if he moved her hips back and forth across it?

What the hell was he doing? This was Ellie, too young for him and definitely all wrong.

Thankfully, she moved away from him and picked up the jacket. “Don’t look just yet, okay? Put this on first.”

Mike did as she asked, keeping his back to the mirror as he stood up. He took the jacket, sliding his arms into the sleeves and adjusting the collar. It fit well, and he was ready to turn and look in the mirror, but jumped when Ellie’s thumb rubbed across his chin, grazing his lower lip.

“Sorry, you had a hair.”

“Did you get it?” he asked.

“Yeah.” She cleared her throat and backed away from him. “You can look now.”

Mike glanced towards the mirror and hardly recognized himself. With his hair buzzed off and the shadow of stubble on his chin he looked darker, tougher. Dangerous. The leather jacket over the green, lightweight T-shirt looked damn good.

“Okay, you’re right.” He picked up the boots and started to walk past her, but paused. Leaning down, he let his lips brush the soft skin of her cheek. “Thanks.”

Mike saw the flush of color in her cheeks and wondered if he’d embarrassed her. He went out to grab some socks from his drawer and heard her say, “I’m going to take off, okay?”

Mike had just sat down to pull the boots on and hollered back, “Just wait a second and you can get the full effect.”

“I’m sure you look great.”

Mike rushed to get his boots on and catch her before she took off. Was she running out because he’d made her uncomfortable?

“Hang on.”

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