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I squint down at it, blinking to try and make sense of the tables. Then I see the bank logo in the left hand corner and my eyes instinctively travel to the column on the far right. I frown trying to read the small font.
Then my eyes almost bulge out of my head.
I look up at him, startled and amazed. He has the good grace to look a little embarrassed.
“That’s how much money you have in your bank account?” I ask him.
“That’s how much money I have inoneof my bank accounts,” he clarifies quietly.
I came from money so it shouldn’t surprise me, but in the context of one man’s small-town business I’m so shocked that I almost keel over.
“Mitch–” I begin, but he shuts me up, snapping down the lid of his laptop and then turning his full attention to me, gripping my hips in his hands and pulling me up to meet his mouth. He slides his tongue slowly against mine and I lean backwards so that he can go as deep as he needs to. He grunts and suddenly wraps a hand around my pom-pom, pulling off my hat, and then tangling his fingers in my hair.
When we part for a moment I ask him, “So are you going out tonight with your guys? Like, celebrating or something?”
He shakes his head and then gives my bottom lip a little tug. “My guys would rather celebrate with their women, Harper. They’re about to have their first morning of not having to wake up at 5:30 and they’re gonna make the most of that. I know that I want to.”
We share a smile, our hands relentless in their caressing, and then I lean up against him, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck.
“So what do you want to do tonight, boss?” I ask him coyly.
He groans and presses his forehead against my shoulder. “First,” he mumbles, “definitely never, ever call me that again. Especially not when we’re standing in my office, and there’s no-one around to stop me from… from…”
I can’t help but giggle and I reach down to rub him through his cargos.
“To stop you from what?” I whisper. “From letting you have your woman over your desk?”
He makes a gruff sound as he lifts his head and he forces my hand off his erection as he stares down at me. “I wanna save the sex for later,” he tells me quietly. “I wanna just spend some time with you tonight. Take you for dinner up in the town, then go see a movie. Just spend some time together, you and me.”
I feel a warm glow in my chest as I smile up at him, nodding. “You’re a softie,” I tell him, and he grins down at me.
“Okay,” he says, shaking his head with embarrassment. “So what d’you wanna see? They do reruns of the classics if you wanna see something old.”
I give him an amused look. “Isn’t that what I’m already doing?”
He smirks and gives me another firm kiss.
“You have the smartest mouth,” he says as his hands travel down my back.
“Thanks,” I say, shaking my hair away from my cheeks. “And I already know that we’re definitely seeing whatever the latest car-action movie is. When I spent the weekend dying at your place I saw your DVD collection, Mitch. It looked like it was personally curated by Vin Diesel.”
He drops his eyes, smiling and getting flushed.
“Yeah, okay,” he murmurs. “If you don’t mind,” he adds on, looking up at me questioningly.
“I don’t mind,” I tell him. “I want to just spend some time together, you and me.”
Chapter 18
Mitch
The high up canopy of dark rustling pine leaves has protected the Nature Trail’s steep road from the beginnings of the winter snowfall, but it won’t stay like that for long. Even now in the nightfall, heavy masses of snow are occasionally breaking away from the sheltering treetops, thudding down onto the roof, the windscreen, and the bed of my truck. I keep the wipers going as we head up the incline, the view already obscured from the surrounding blackness.
Harper takes a long pull on her slushie as I put the car in park outside of the bungalows. I look over to her as I unfasten my seatbelt and she smiles up at me with her eyes, her lips preoccupied with their work on the straw. I watch her suck for a couple of seconds, both of her hands wrapped around the base of the movie theatre cup, and I let myself succumb to the need throbbing through me. I feel my cock extend, pushing hard against my boxers, and I grip a hand over my groin so that I can suppress the growing ache.
She slips the straw from her lips and places her drink in the cup holder before settling back into her seat, snuggling further into the jacket that I gave her to wear. On the bottom half she’s wearing a pair of her pale denim jeans fitted in all the right places, but on the top half she’s wearing my work shirt, covered by my jumper, covered by one of my jackets. She looks so perfect that I have to reach over and gently cup her cheek, loving the way that she gets a soft flush when I stroke at her with my thumb.
“Was the movie okay?” I ask her, and she lets out a tinkling laugh.
