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“Oh, Nick. Or is this where I should call you Mr. Savage?” I tease him, pulling my face back far enough that he can see my smile.
His growl makes me grin. And he blinks slightly, as if expecting me to run away in fear.
“I have another question.”
Nick’s eyebrows go up in inquiry, but he doesn’t speak.
“How are you keeping track of all these orgasms? You’re clearly very skilled.” I frown at that, not wanting to think how he may have gained those skills. “So, is there a spreadsheet or something? I don’t want you to forget any and you might lose track.” I hope that’s enough to plant the seed that I’m going to be coming back for more very soon. If I wasn’t so wrung out right now, I’d say I’d just stay right here and start again, but I think it’s probably better if I regroup.
Nick’s frowning down at me like I’ve morphed into an alien seductress. “We’ll have a meeting, you and I,” he says slowly, “every evening and compare notes. You can tell me then if there’s anything you didn’t like.”
“A meeting?” Strangest kind of meeting I’ve ever heard of.
“You can call it whatever you like, retrospective, review, one-on-one, but it’s still a meeting.” He’s teasing me now while adjusting my shorts back to where they were, sort of. The fabric is now wet through, so I’ll have to change.
Reluctantly, I slide off his lap and stand in front of him with my palms flat on his chest. “I have to go check on the greenhouses this morning. Do you need anything? Not that I’m likely to have it, but I could probably rustle up an extension cord.”
Nick just looks amused. “Everything is coming by courier this afternoon. In the meantime, I will look around your little mouse house.”
I shrug and smile before saying sassily, “Don’t go too far, I’m not done with you yet.” I don’t dare look at him because I’ll blush or burst out laughing but I catch a glimpse of his expression in the mirror. I think I may be paying for that remark when I initiate the next round of our very odd game.
8
After I change clothes into a nearly identical set of shorts and t-shirt, pretty much my Kansas summer uniform, I head into the greenhouse nearest the house to check on all my little tomato starts. I watch the misters come on as I walk between the rows. Occasionally, I fondle the little plants on their newly grown adult leaves. They’re so adorable and my hand comes away with that rich, earthy scent of tomato leaves that I love.
My steps slow as I head into the next greenhouse, which is still empty. I have more seeds to start but I’m distracted by the thought that Nick had clearly become aroused during our little session (which is a relief to my ego and my hopes). But he did nothing to alleviate that for himself and he’d made it clear earlier I wasn’t allowed to.
Or did he? He said he wasn’t going to fuck me properly for at least six weeks, but he didn’t say I couldn’t offer other things. And he did state that I was supposed to initiate any intimacy. Hmm.
Swiftly making my decision, I turn around and shut the greenhouse door behind me. I’m half-kicking myself for not realizing this earlier and half-quaking in my boots because I’ve never touched a man in that way before. My lack of experience is going to be painfully obvious. It’s somehow worse when it’s someone I care for and Nick is just so… put together. I feel like my fumbling around looks even more clumsy by comparison. Still, I make it up for it with enthusiasm, right?
It takes me a while to find Nick — he’s managed to explore the lower level of the house already and I finally find him in the root cellar of all places. It’s a cool dry room dug into the soil beneath the basement with bins for carrots and potatoes, all empty at the moment as I haven’t had a first harvest yet.
“What on earth are you doing in here?” I exclaim when he emerges from the depths of the shadows, presumably because he heard my footsteps.
“Exploring,” he responds mildly, eyeing me with a question. I hate to admit it, but my eyes go straight to his crotch. He doesn’t seem… uh, in distress at the moment. I bite my lip.
“Was there something you needed, Candace?” he asks, sounding a little confused.
“I uh. I was worried about you,” I blurt out in a rush, bringing my gaze up to his face… finally.
“Worried? That I’d get lost?”
“No. Um, God. Maybe we should just talk about this later,” I mumble, feeling completely socially inept.
“Not if it has you rushing back into the house like this. What is it?”
“You uh, earlier you were…”
Now he just looks amused, but he’s still kind when he asks, “And you were worried? About me?”
I nod, blushing all over again.
He drops a kiss on my forehead as he ushers me toward the main part of the basement, where the lighting is better. His hand lingers on my shoulder and I try not to lean into him too far. “Your sweetness appears unending, little mouse. Yet another sign that I don’t deserve you.”
I frown up at him, prepared to argue, but he continues before I can get the words out. “It is not a new problem when you’re in the same room. Nor am I prepared to share all my secrets — you might turn them against me.” He flicks my chin playfully while I stare at him, confused.
“But if I were to… pleasure you — in the future — you would let me?”
