Page 20 of Wright Together

She laughed. “You’re a real control freak, you know that?”

Our eyes met across the leather interior. She’d said it as a joke, but she was completely right. Control was ingrained in my being, and it wasn’t just about who drove my car or chose the music. It was about so much more than that.

My hands flexed on the steering wheel. “I’m well aware.”

She licked her lips, crossing her legs tight together. “Ever let your hair down, sir?”

“No, but I’d let yours down.”

I wrapped her thick ponytail around my palm and gave it a playful tug.

A soft exhale was the only sound in the electrified space between us. Part of me wanted to tug her forward by her thick hair and fit her lips to mine. It’d be so easy to claim her lips for my own.

But not only were we on a work trip where it would be incredibly unprofessional, but I also remembered the sting of rejection when I’d told her the truth—that I wanted more. I could fuck her. I could fuck her day and night for ages and never be tired of it. I knew that for certainty. My cock throbbed at the thought. I also knew that was all she’d give mend I wasn’t sure that was enough.

I released her hair.

“So,” I said, clearing my throat and starting the engine, “where exactly are these cops located?”

Two hours and several disagreements about my music choices later, we arrived at the downtown hotel in Midland. To say the place was slammed was an understatement. I had to park in the very back of the lot and only snagged a spot after an enormous black truck pulled out.

“The fuck?” I murmured. “I didn’t think Midland was this busy.”

Eve pushed the door open and stepped out. “It’s usually not. Unless it’s Friday Night Lights, and then all bets are off.”

“Think we’re safe from high school football.” I popped the trunk and extracted both of our suitcases.

“I can take mine,” she said, holding out her hand.

I ignored her and continued forward with both suitcases. She huffed, falling into step beside me.

One thing became immediately apparent; there were an exorbitant number of cowboys in the lobby. Men in boots, enormous belt buckles, and cowboy hats were standing around in groups of three or four. They all seemed to know each other. The noise as they caught up and laughed and chatted was…a lot.

I glanced at Eve. “What the fuck is going on?”

“If I had to guess?” Her eyes slid over the men with a smirk. “Rodeo weekend.”

“Oh. That’s a real thing.”

She laughed. “You live in Texas now, cowboy,” she teased playfully.

“You’re making me regret it.”

“Come on. I could take you this weekend. We could get you some chaps.”

My eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“Assless chaps are definitely your look.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re ridiculous?”

She laughed. “What? You don’t think you can pull off assless chaps?”

“This feels like a trap.”

“I can pull them off,” she said with a wink.

The image that flashed through my mind made everything else in the room go fuzzy. Suddenly, the fantasy of fucking her over my desk in high heels was replaced by her in assless chaps. That perfectly pert ass jiggling under the slap of my hand.

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