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Of course we’re a match. Why wouldn’t we be a match? We have shared interests and similar goals. We’re even from the same place.
Those are all factors in matching. Well, the place isn’t a factor, but it tends to correlate.
But I’m not here to work.
I’m here to fuck him. “Sex. Now.” I bring my hand to his ass and pull his body into mine. “Pants off.”
“They are off.”
“Underpants.”
“Did you just say underpants?” he asks.
“Less talking. More removing clothes.”
He smiles as he wraps his arms around me and lifts me.
“What the fuck?” I don’t look heavy, but I’m tall. Men underestimate my weight. They try to carry me when they can’t.
River does it with ease. “I’ve got you.” He does.
I feel it. I really do. I wrap my legs around his waist.
He carries me across the room with steady steps. He pushes my bedroom door all the way open, moves into the room, lays me on the bed.
I look up at him with hazy eyes. “Can you close that? Please.”
His pupils dilate. He likes theplease. Because he sees me as well-mannered yet bossy. Because it fits the idea he had of me and the one he has now. Because he wants to control the most powerful woman in the world.
He really meant that.
He closes the door.
I grab the condoms from the bedside table, tear one from the line, and toss it on the sheets.
“You can’t rush me,” he says.
“You want to bet?”
His laugh should break the sexual tension, but it doesn’t. “You have a problem.”
“Is that a no?”
“Sure. Let’s bet.” He meets me at the bed. “I win, you come on my face.” He places himself between my legs and drops to his knees.
“If I win?”
“You come on my face.” His fingers curl into my thighs. “But a little sooner.”
His touch feels so good. My thoughts start to dissolve again. “How do I win?”
“You win no matter what.” He presses his lips to the inside of my knee. Then he draws a line up my leg, planting soft kisses all the way to the hem of my shorts.
He pushes himself up and climbs onto the bed, on top of me.
I sink into the mattress and into him at the same time.
River brings his lips to mine. He kisses me softly, slowly. The brush of his lips. The taste of tea.
