Page 16 of Dirty Dillon

“I should turn you over my knee for that kind of talk.”

“What? I’m not allowed to swear?”

I chuckle softly, taking her hand in mine. “You’re not allowed to talk down on yourself. You insult me every time you think an unkind thought about yourself.”

She shakes her head. I think she’s about to cry. “Dillon, the sooner you realize my looks are the only thing I’ve got going for myself, the better off you’ll be. You’re looking at me like I’m special and I’m not.”

“You’re hot as fuck, Cress, but if that’s all you were, I’d be bored. Trust me, you are worth a lot more than your beautiful face and your smoking hot body.”

She gestures to the office. “Yesterday, I didn’t even know how to file papers. Or make a simple pot of coffee.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “And today you do. And here you are early to work, learning new things, and trying hard to be a good employee when you’ve never worked a day in your life.”

She shrugs and looks away, but I can tell she’s pleased with my words. I pull her closer to me until our bodies are flush against each other. My hands travel down her back, feeling the curves of her body.

“And you’re smart. You looked at our problems with the mayor from an angle we hadn’t thought of before. One that might really help this town even if it makes your life worse.” She shrugs again, but she eats all this up. “And instead of rushing into something with me, you’re taking time to think things through.”

The skin above her nose crinkles. “What do you mean?”

She thinks I didn’t notice her putting the brakes on this morning?

“We both know what we want. But you slowed us down. You could have showed up here today bratting out, poking me to bend you over my lap again, but you slowed down.”

I can practically see the spark light up her eyes. “Maybe I just don’t want you that way.”

I crowd her against the wall. Feeling her body pressed against mine, I lean in and nuzzle her neck. “Tell me that again.”

She moans softly as my lips trail down her neck. “I don’t want you.”

Her skin smells so fucking good. I want to lick her from head to toe, marking her as mine. “I think you’re lying.”

“I don’t.”

“Oh, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

She gasps as I find the spot behind her ear that drives her crazy. “I’m not.”

I nip her neck. “Baby, I think you are.”

“Dillon.” She whispers my name, and my body is on fire. I’m so ready for her, I’m about to explode. “You’re a bad influence on me.”

I tilt my face, pressing my mouth to hers. She’s just like I remember her. Sweet and tart and everything I could ever want.

Wrapping my hand around her waist, I pull her closer, pressing my body against hers. She has to feel my hard-on. I’m throbbing for her, and I’m about two seconds from ripping my pants open and pushing inside her. I want her so fucking much.

She moans, and I deepen the kiss. I release her waist and slide my hand up her shirt, cupping her tit, squeezing the perfect roundness of it. I pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she hisses.

“Come to the barbecue with me,” I demand.

She blinks out of the sexual haze I put her in. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I can’t go to a barbecue with your family.”

“I want you with me.” I put her outfit back in order, ignoring her confusion at my abrupt change of pace.

If I don’t stop now, I will fuck her. We don’t get a lot of walk-ins at the garage, but we get some. When I fuck her, I don’t want to be interrupted.