Page 14 of Daring the Bad Boy

“Got it,” he said, his lips lifting into a grin.

Just shut up now. And quit while you’re ahead.

She bit into her lip, to stop the babbling, but her mouth overrode the directive. “I have virtually no experience, you see. I don’t usually pick guys up in bars.”

His hands settled on her hips, the firm touch electric, the delicious scent of him sending her senses and her mouth into overdrive.

“In fact, I’ve never picked a guy up like that before. Not ever. It’s out of character behavior for me. For which I totally blame the strawberry daiquiris.”

He hooked a strand of hair behind her ear, the smile in her eyes turning into something more potent. “For an amateur, you did pretty good.”

She raised her hands to his chest, flattened them against the firm muscles. Absorbing his strength, and the insistent spike of arousal. “Except for the passing out and leaving you with blue balls bit.” She qualified, mortified all over again.

“That’s my problem, not yours,” he said. “But how about we start with the basics again, and see how we go from there?” The teasing suggestion brought with it a jolt of euphoria. She hadn’t totally blown it with this guy.

“The basics?” she asked, her mind unable to grasp anything but the pulse of attraction powering through her body.

“Yeah, the basics.” He angled his head, and fastened his lips on the rabbiting pulse at the base of her throat.

Butterfly kisses worked their way up her neck, hot and firm and mind-altering as sensation fired across her collarbone and plunged into her breasts.

Her head eased back, giving him better access, as she sank against the desk, her knees going liquid.

He found her mouth at last as rough hands slid under her blouse. His thumbs brushed across her bra, coaxing her already hard nipples into taut, aching peaks. Her breath gushed out in a rush, her skin tightening, unbearably sensitive, as he pinched lightly at the tips.

She jerked against the desk. A strangled cry of need wrenched from her throat.

Hot brown eyes gleamed with unconcealed lust. “You want to head back to mine and get to the specifics?”

“I… I can’t.” Her mind spun in circles, trying to cling on to at least one coherent thought. She had something to do, something important. Other than jumping him.

As she was trying to kick-start her brain around the wave of lust, her gaze landed on her work calendar behind his left shoulder.

The class. Her job. Oh crap.

Planting shaking palms against his chest, she pushed him back and ducked under his arm. “I can’t go back to yours; I have to teach this class first or I’ll lose my job.”

She smoothed her hair down with trembling hands, while trying not to notice the way her nipples were pressing against her bra like torpedoes ready to launch.

“When do you finish here?” he asked, his face a mask of determination.

Not nearly soon enough.

She huffed out a breath, at the errant thought. “Very soon, if I don’t find another model.”

You do not have time to get jiggy. Your job depends on it.

She pulled her phone out of her back pocket. “I need to make some calls. See if I can get a replacement. Maybe I could get in touch with you later?” Once I’ve calmed down enough to make a sensible decision. “When I’m unemployed,” she added.

“Hey?” He held her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and studied her face, the heat in his eyes turning to concern. And her heart clenched again. “Are they really gonna fire your ass if you don’t find another model?”

“Mr. Abernathy, my department head, makes Ebenezer Scrooge look like Employer of the Year. So I wouldn’t put it past him.”

“How about I help you out?”

“I don’t see how,” she replied

, her mind beginning to knot with panic and unrequited lust.

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