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“Then you’re gonna have to get comfortable with me loving on your stomach. And with a little hair pulling, and there’s more…”
“Yes…yes to all of it…shut up, shut up…and do it!”
I rise to full height, towering over her, smirking. “We need to go to the bedroom and discuss how you talk to me.”
Her eyes flash with understanding of what we’re doing here. She follows me into the bedroom, and I close the door for effect.
“Now, be a good girl and take off all your clothes.”
Her cheeks heat. “All of them?”
“Every stitch.”
Holding back the instinct to tear her clothes from her body is taking every ounce of strength. I want her that bad.
Lucky for me, she seems to be in a hurry, shoving off her top and then unhooking her bra. As she fiddles with the clasps, she apologizes. “Sorry, it’s not the sexiest bra.”
How many compliments will it take until Journey believes just how sexy she is? Ten? Twenty? We’ll have to work on that.
Wait, what am I thinking? “Working on that” implies we’re a couple. That’s…not what this is.
Her breasts fall free as the seemingly armor-clad bra falls to the floor. Journey’s hands go to her stomach.
Two round breasts press together with the positioning of her arms. She looks like a damn virgin, and my cock twitches. What is wrong with me?
“My undies aren’t much better. If I had known I would be on a date, I would have worn something prettier, but I thought I would be cooking for hours to prove myself in the interview with Chef Richard. I guess?—”
At the sound of that godawful man’s name, a petty evil surges in my gut. “Wait,” I say, cutting her off as she hooks two thumbs in the waistband of her flowing short skirt. “Skirt on. Panties off and hand them to me.”
I love that she doesn’t question anything. Her breasts bounce adorably as she bends to tug her panties off. I adjust the front of my jeans, but it gives me no relief. When she hands them to me, I take this opportunity to grab her wrist and pull her toward me. Her soft body slams against mine and I take her mouth in a claiming kiss.
When we pull apart, her eyes are dazed and happy. “Thank you for the upgrade. This hotel is nice.”
I squeeze the panties tight, as if I can imprint them on my skin.
My skin runs cold momentarily when I realize what she might be thinking here.
“Just so you know, none of this is transactional.”
Journey blinks up at me. “Can we pretend it is, though? That’s more fun.”
My soul just left my body. I’m falling in love.
“You’re a fucking treasure, shortcake.”
six
Journey
“Look at you. Fucking treasure.”
I know I shouldn’t cover up my stomach, but it has the fun effect of pushing my tits together, accentuating my cleavage. Besides, I like my breasts. My butt is nice, too. It’s only my stomach that bothers me—for lots of reasons that I’d rather put right out of my head.
“Move your hands out of the way and let me look at you.”
I do as Jason says but … wow, this is a lot.
I blink back tears because I don’t want him to think I’m sad or that I don’t want this. These aren’t tears of sadness or joy. It’s like I’m pushing through something that’s blocking me. This man I just met is making me feel things besides simple, primal arousal.
