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And I failed.
Gasping, I pumped my cock in my fist and imagined Charlie bent over that same table. I’d kick her legs wider and make her come with my fingers until she was begging for me to shove my cock inside her. God, I wanted her to beg. I wanted her to submit, to stop fighting me on every damn thing.
I’d trace those dimples on her spine and keep her pinned to the table until she shook with the need for me. Then I’d feed her my cock an inch at a time. She’d rock her hips back because she’d be desperate to feel me. I knew she’d be a greedy little thing, trying to take control even when we both knew she wanted to give in.
I groaned, squeezing the base of my cock as I felt my orgasm near. I didn’t want to come yet. It was so wrong to fantasize about the enemy upstairs, but who the hell was going to find out? I’d get this out of my system now and be done with it.
Stumbling to the bedroom, I pawed through the top drawer of my nightstand for my lube. Hissing when the cold jelly hit my skin, I lay back on the bed and shoved my pants halfway down my thighs. Then I exhaled, because I could just picture how good she’d feel when she was sopping wet for me. Slippery and hot and soft.
My hand was a poor substitute for the real thing, but it didn’t matter. I got there easy enough, wondering what kind of noises she’d make when she came. Wondering how good she’d taste and whether she’d grind herself against my mouth if I got her to let go. Thinking about those pouty, lush lips wrapped around my cock.
I came in hot spurts that slicked across my stomach as my body tensed, the pleasure intense. Seconds bled into each other as my breathing steadied. I stared at the patched-up hole in the ceiling until my heartbeat slowed to a normal pace.
It took me a while to glance down at the mess I’d made of myself. Heat flushed my chest and the back of my neck.
That couldn’t happen again. It wouldn’t happen again.
Sex was off the table. It had to be.
We were on opposite sides of a battle that had to be fought. She was standing in the way of the biggest business deal of my life, and I wouldn’t hesitate to mow her down if it meant closing the deal and being done with this dump of a town.
I cleaned myself up and put Charlie Washington Reeves out of my mind. I’d have to buy Albert a thank-you gift for saving me from making an even bigger mistake than the one I’d just indulged in on my own.
SIXTEEN
CHARLIE
I spent the weekend with Abigail and Sophie, trying not to dread Monday. But Monday came just the same, and I found myself at the Monticello with Anderson on one side of me and a local contractor on the other.
I definitely did not think about the fact I’d almost kissed the man trying to wreck my town just a few days earlier. Nope. Didn’t cross my mind. Especially not when he walked in, all sun-bronzed skin and tousled hair. And not when our fingers brushed when I handed him my clipboard with the day’s activities on it. The thought of his hand pressing into my lower back and my breasts crushed against his chest didn’t enter my consciousness.
Instead, I focused on our new contractor. We’d have to move quickly to hire him. Vinnie Sanders had a good reputation in town and we didn’t have many choices.
“Since there are no structural problems, we’ll start with the rectification works to the emergency lighting and back stairs,” he told us, checking his notes. “How are you doing on the carpet and the sconces?”
“Still waiting on a quote for the carpet,” I replied. “Should come in today or tomorrow. The sconces are on order, due in two weeks.”
“I’ll line the electrician up for them,” he said, then whistled to his guys, waved them in, and got to work.
Feeling a little discomfort about the elephant in the room, I glanced over at the man on my left. He wore tan pants and a white button-down along with shiny brown shoes. Meeting my gaze, he arched his brows. A strange energy crackled between us, but all he said was, “I’m not sure nixing the cleaners from the budget was the right call.”
“It’s only a few preliminary tasks. The cleaners are still booked in for two days before we turn the place over to the event planners.”
“Remind me how you roped me into this again?”
“I used my feminine wiles,” I said, then felt my cheeks flush thinking about what had almost happened on Friday evening. Thank goodness for Albert.
I grabbed my bucket of cleaning supplies, expecting Sebastian to come up with an excuse to get out of here without actually doing any work. Instead, he followed me to the ticket booth and started unbuttoning his shirt.
I grabbed a scraper from my bucket and frowned at him. “What are you doing?”
“This is a six-hundred-dollar shirt.”
“I’m sorry. A six followed by two zeroes? You paid that much money for a shirt?”
He pulled the shirt out of his pants and undid the last few buttons, revealing a white sleeveless undershirt. “I did,” he told me, flicking his eyes up to meet mine. “Clothes maketh the man, as they say.”
“Clothes maketh me broke, at that price,” I said, getting to work scraping the rock-hard gum stuck to the bottom of the ticket booth ledge.
