Page 14 of Suck

He sounds genuinely interested. Not just humoring or pitying me for my silly dreams. “I was specializing in pediatric physical therapy, so I would be working with kids. My mom always hated it because she said there’s no money working in the school system. But I didn’t need to be rich. I just wanted to help people who couldn’t help themselves.”

“You really are a good girl.”

“And you’re kind of a bad guy.”

Oh god, I can’t believe I just said that. Total flirting failure. I need to fix this. Fast. “I mean not to me...or your grandmother...just your job...you know you’re a...”

His lips twitch before lifting into a grin. An actual grin. He’s not mad. He thinks I’m funny.

“You’re adorable.”

Or adorable. He thinks I’m adorable. Holy hell. Now I’m almost too dumb-founded to speak because I know anything else I say will be just as stupid. So I go with the easiest and simplest words I can manage. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. You speak the truth. You’ve got balls to tell a man like me I’m bad.”

The air quotes do me in, and I deflate against my chair. Until those same long fingers curl around my cheeks and force me to look at him.

“I swear I’m not mad angel.”

“But I was kidding and I insulted you, and I feel so guilty about it.”

The humor dancing in his eyes sparkles even brighter, and I really don’t know what to make of him at all.

“You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I like you being different.”

Oh the irony. I can’t help but laugh and roll my eyes. “Now you know how I feel about you.”

“No, I don’t know how you feel about me. I want to hear you say it.”

How do I explain what he does to me? I try to turn away but his grip only tightens. Not allowing me to hide from him or my feelings. “I like you but you make me nervous.”

That probably made me sound idiotic too but he seems to enjoy my admission, smiling and dipping down close enough I can see the slivers of gold flecks in his captivating blue eyes. Hypnotizing me with his dominance.

“Good nervous or bad nervous?”

The way he says bad steals my breath, and I can only manage a whisper. “The sweaty palms, toe curling, heart racing kind of nervous.”

“I feel the same way about you.”

He really is insane if a small woman like me makes a giant man like him nervous. “That’s not possible.”

“It’s totally true. Except mine’s the finger itching, balls aching, cock throbbing feeling that makes me want to fuck you right here on this table.” Now I really am breathless with anticipation of him taking me out here for anyone to see and hear. “But I don’t want your sweet ass to get sunburned because it won’t be quick or quiet.”

“I don’t want that either.”

He chuckles again, but I’m not sure why. Unable to think about the reason behind his humor with my ‘still kind of a virgin’ mind trying to wrap itself around the temptation of outdoor sex. Which I thought I would hate yet somehow his naughty implication intrigues me.

“Tonight though will be a very different story.”

An innocent kiss brushes against my broiling cheek before he gently releases me and pushes out of his chair to stride toward the humongous, intense man waiting in the doorway. Leaving me to wonder how close we came to actually being caught if I’d said yes.

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