Page 45 of Second Go-Round

Oh, good God. The thought of a serious professional watching me brought back to life all my aging and weight insecurities. “Mr. Fox as in Elite’s owner?” I managed to whisper.

“Yes.”

“I-I don’t know...”

Ricky opened the limo’s back door for me. “Ms. Gemberling.” He smiled again but didn’t insist I climb in. “Mr. Fox is just another guy—”

I snorted.

“—who enjoys satisfying his customers like any of his other escorts.”

Huffing a sigh, I glanced down over my dress and heels choice.

“As I said before, you look lovely.”

I lifted my head and met Ricky’s kind, smiling eyes.

“Any man would be honored to act as your escort—or watch you this evening.”

Flutters took over my stomach again as I inhaled as much oxygen as I could.

“Okay.” I strode forward and climbed into the limo, my insides jumping. “Sneak me away to my secret rendezvous.”

Chapter 20

Jarod

Of course, Micah would be the only guy available to act as a voyeur for the night. I’d requested Cooney, but he’d been asked to do a Shibari demonstration over at that BDSM club where he finally admitted to being a patron.

“They’re en route.”

I stopped my pacing to turn toward Micah, rubbing my hands down over my gym shorts.

His cool gaze studied me from the corner of the seating area where he lounged in a plush chair, cell in hand. “Are you sure about this, Zimmerman?”

I’d admitted after our getting together for that Pats/Steelers game weeks earlier that I was good and truly fucked over Christine just like Cooney and Sean had suggested.

Micah had known me long enough that he understood my thought processes. I didn’t make decisions without giving them thorough consideration. So why was he questioning my agreeing to another round with a woman who claimed to not want me?

“I have to make sure that connection I felt with her is real,” I explained. “I want to look into her eyes when she allows me to sink into her body. I need the verification that there is something potent between us—one way or another.”

She’d admitted freely to feeling those same sparks I did, to igniting from my touch, but it had been so much more than a raging fire between us. There was a steady draw, a yearning so goddamn deep it made my chest ache.

“And if she denies you once this fantasy of hers plays out?” Micah asked.

“Then you’ll get your tall, dark, and handsome back on Elite’s menu,” I stated quietly even though the idea of pleasuring another woman, even laying hands on one, threatened my esophagus with the need to hurl.

Lips pursed, Micah eyed me, eventually nodding. “I hope she’s your soulmate.”

I blinked. “Huh?”

“I said I hope Christine is your person, Jarod.”

My throat went tight. “Seriously?” I asked, my tone ragged.

“You’ve been miserable every time we’ve gotten together over the past couple of weeks, but when you talk about her, your face lights up with some sort of inner glow. It’s creepy as shit, but I’ll admit it’s a good look on you.”

My insides actually melting a bit, I shot him a grin. “She’s fucking amazing. Gorgeous. Fiery. So damn driven and stubborn.” I chuckled, the memory of her tilted chin and flashing eyes making my dick twitch in my shorts.

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