Express. All his good intentions, all his thoughts of pursuing a relationship that led to somewhere other than between the sheets. Run over like a penny left on the tracks.
He leaned back in his chair, trying to catch some of the air his half-ass air conditioner was coughing out. Didn’t do a thing to dry the sweat in the small of his back.
Why had he told her yes?
Because she was soft and strong in his arms. Her tongue was wild and hot in his mouth.
A man made rash decisions when he was thinking with the head below his belt buckle. And that one definitely had more juice going to it. Had since the second he’d seen her in that intersection.
Because why else would he have scooped Allie up and jammed his tongue down her throat like he hadn’t had a woman’s mouth on his in years? She’d made it more than clear that this...thing...she was offering was a hands-on, commitment-off proposition.
But what if that good girl from high school still lurked inside this assertive risk-taking Allie? A good girl would eventually go for a long-haul relationship rather than just a short haul in and out of bed.
Cameron’s chest tightened. Allie Shelby was the last woman he ever would’ve placed on his Ms. Right for Mrs. Wright list. She wasn’t a down-to-earth, keep-the-hearth-fires-burning woman by any stretch. But they’d already proven they were more than compatible sexually and, regardless of her controversial business, Allie was well connected and regarded in this town.
A woman who was hell on wheels in bed and poised in public.
Jesus, talk about a potential win-win.
* * *
Allie wandered into Personal Assets’ kitchenette for the sixth—no, make that seventh—time since she arrived at nine that morning. She made herself a cup of chamomile tea and stirred in a spoonful of honey.
He’d said yes. Oh, had Cameron said yes!
She glanced at the cup in her hand. Had she added honey or not? She was such a mess, she’d come darn close to simply dialing it in during her morning counseling sessions. Now she had to make it through the group session, and the ladies would want to know all about her special project.
Special? Smoking was more like it. After those kisses last night, she’d known she couldn’t stick around or there would’ve been serious consequences. And neither of them had been seriously prepared. Even if the garage’s restrooms had condom machines, she’d had no desire to find out how fresh they were. Kind of like the peanuts he’d offered her.
She’d be ready next time. An anticipatory shiver cruised over her skin because next time was Sunday night. After their kiss, she’d been dazed, but she’d kept it together long enough to coax Cameron into a day and time. Now she just had to find the perfect place.
Allie headed for the conference room with a legal pad and pen. When Suzanne Jensen walked in an hour later, Allie’s tea was cold, but she’d made a list of fifty potential date locations. Only problem was she’d scratched out all but the fiftieth. And that was the Dairy Queen. She drew a big black line through the letters, tearing the paper in the process.
Suzanne squeezed her full-figured body into a chair and eyed Allie’s list. She crumpled the paper and stuffed it under her leg.
“Planning something?”
“Just a workshop idea I don’t think will fly.”
“Why don’t you tell me about it and I’ll give you a client’s perspective?”
“Thanks, but it was just mental masterb...brainstorming.”
Suzanne nodded, but the tilt of her lips said she wasn’t sold on Allie’s explanation.
The three other ladies in the group rushed in at the last minute, laughing and chatting. Allie’s heart expanded. They liked the special project idea. They were happy. By darn, she was doing her job.
Allie rocked in her chair. “Okay, ladies, is everyone ready to share?”
The door eased open and Emmalee poked her head in. When she saw everyone was already seated at the table, she shuffled back.
He leaned back in his chair, trying to catch some of the air his half-ass air conditioner was coughing out. Didn’t do a thing to dry the sweat in the small of his back.
Why had he told her yes?
Because she was soft and strong in his arms. Her tongue was wild and hot in his mouth.
A man made rash decisions when he was thinking with the head below his belt buckle. And that one definitely had more juice going to it. Had since the second he’d seen her in that intersection.
Because why else would he have scooped Allie up and jammed his tongue down her throat like he hadn’t had a woman’s mouth on his in years? She’d made it more than clear that this...thing...she was offering was a hands-on, commitment-off proposition.
But what if that good girl from high school still lurked inside this assertive risk-taking Allie? A good girl would eventually go for a long-haul relationship rather than just a short haul in and out of bed.
Cameron’s chest tightened. Allie Shelby was the last woman he ever would’ve placed on his Ms. Right for Mrs. Wright list. She wasn’t a down-to-earth, keep-the-hearth-fires-burning woman by any stretch. But they’d already proven they were more than compatible sexually and, regardless of her controversial business, Allie was well connected and regarded in this town.
A woman who was hell on wheels in bed and poised in public.
Jesus, talk about a potential win-win.
* * *
Allie wandered into Personal Assets’ kitchenette for the sixth—no, make that seventh—time since she arrived at nine that morning. She made herself a cup of chamomile tea and stirred in a spoonful of honey.
He’d said yes. Oh, had Cameron said yes!
She glanced at the cup in her hand. Had she added honey or not? She was such a mess, she’d come darn close to simply dialing it in during her morning counseling sessions. Now she had to make it through the group session, and the ladies would want to know all about her special project.
Special? Smoking was more like it. After those kisses last night, she’d known she couldn’t stick around or there would’ve been serious consequences. And neither of them had been seriously prepared. Even if the garage’s restrooms had condom machines, she’d had no desire to find out how fresh they were. Kind of like the peanuts he’d offered her.
She’d be ready next time. An anticipatory shiver cruised over her skin because next time was Sunday night. After their kiss, she’d been dazed, but she’d kept it together long enough to coax Cameron into a day and time. Now she just had to find the perfect place.
Allie headed for the conference room with a legal pad and pen. When Suzanne Jensen walked in an hour later, Allie’s tea was cold, but she’d made a list of fifty potential date locations. Only problem was she’d scratched out all but the fiftieth. And that was the Dairy Queen. She drew a big black line through the letters, tearing the paper in the process.
Suzanne squeezed her full-figured body into a chair and eyed Allie’s list. She crumpled the paper and stuffed it under her leg.
“Planning something?”
“Just a workshop idea I don’t think will fly.”
“Why don’t you tell me about it and I’ll give you a client’s perspective?”
“Thanks, but it was just mental masterb...brainstorming.”
Suzanne nodded, but the tilt of her lips said she wasn’t sold on Allie’s explanation.
The three other ladies in the group rushed in at the last minute, laughing and chatting. Allie’s heart expanded. They liked the special project idea. They were happy. By darn, she was doing her job.
Allie rocked in her chair. “Okay, ladies, is everyone ready to share?”
The door eased open and Emmalee poked her head in. When she saw everyone was already seated at the table, she shuffled back.
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