Page 36 of Enticing Her Love

Her eyes narrowed. “I’ve handled bigger.”

I doubt that. “How do you feel about being on top?”

Her eyes widened, and she blushed a red streak, but her eyes never left his. So fucking hot.

“I…um…like it.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He placed his hands on her waist, trailing them down her hips as he crouched in front of her. “A’right, baby. Let’s go. Right here, right now. Show me what you’ve got, and you know I’ll get you there.”

She breathed harder, lust rising in her eyes. “Here?”

“We don’t have all day, Steele. Let’s go. Get on my shoulders.”

Her brow wrinkled. “On your—”

“Shoulders. What were you talking about?” He watched understanding dawn on her, irritation replacing the lust he’d seen, and he laughed.

“You’re such an ass.”

“We’ve already established that. Now stop bitching and climb on.”

“Are you sure you can hold me?”

“Woman, I could hold three of you. Now get your fine ass moving.”

“That’s not very appropriate talk for a boss,” she teased as she climbed onto his shoulders and grabbed his head to steady herself.

“I’m pretty sure having my face buried between your legs wasn’t appropriate either, but shit happens.” Her thighs squeezed around his head, and man, did that give him ideas.

“Shh, Braden. We’re not talking about that.”

“I won’t talk about it.” He moved beneath the branch. “But you’ve got quite a grip with those thighs, so you know I’m going to think about it.”

“Flynn. I need to concentrate.”

“Sorry. It was a compliment. Your thighs must get quite a workout.”

“Not the good kind,” she grumbled, muscles flexing as she rose off his shoulders, trying to reach the dangling fruit.

“That’s it. Work those muscles.”

She wobbled, and gasped. He quickly wrapped his hands around her thighs, steadying her, and tried to ignore the pinch in his shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

She sank down to his shoulders again, holding on to his head. “Don’t let me fall.”

“Babe, you could be wrapped around my head in the other direction while I take my fill, and I still wouldn’t let you fall.”

“You should add that skill to your résumé.” She rose off his shoulders again, reaching for the fruit.

Damn, he liked her sense of humor. “How do you think I got this job?”

She laughed, and he felt her rising higher. “I’m almost there.” Her voice strained with her stretch.

“I’ll get you there.” He put one hand on her ass, keeping the other on her leg.

“Not that kind of almost there!”

“You really do have a dirty mind.” He pushed her ass up, lifting her higher, using his other hand to steady her.