town—but that was how the game was played. And Teague was an excellent player and enjoyed both the sex and the strategy.
His dates didn’t stay overnight. They didn’t leave personal items in his bathroom “just in case” because that is when he ended it. They definitely didn’t hang out all day in their skintight yoga pants and tank top, watching awful reality TV, mocking his love of the news channel, and taking orders for their online sex toy business.
But Risa did. And he found he liked it. A lot. Which was perfect because they’d be spending some quality time together until she hopped on a plane back to Vegas tomorrow.
The annulment papers had been easy to complete and a colleague in Vegas had filed them with the court this morning. Now all they could do was sit and wait for the requisite time to pass and for the judge to sign off on the decree. And with neither of them contesting the request, it shouldn’t take long. In the meantime, they were hiding out in the apartment to avoid the good people of Elliott and their inevitable questions.
They’d started the day pretending to be newlyweds on opposite couches and had moved to the same couch by lunchtime. Their desire hung around like a third roommate since she’d arrived, and neither of them had shied from the occasional brush of skin and heated look. She was a beautiful woman who wore her sensuality with ease, and he couldn’t stop his response.
It had been years since sex had been for the sake of sex. The heat, the appetite to possess another person for at least a time, the sweaty, frenetic mutual goal of release and ecstasy. And while he didn’t remember every minute of his night with Risa, he recalled enough to know that what they’d experienced was the kind of sex you had in the backseat of your dad’s car when you were supposed to be at the movies—dirty, fun, and addictive.
It didn’t help that he’d spent some time clicking around her website for Behind Closed Doors, where she sold sex toys and high-end exclusive lingerie either online or through private parties hosted in people’s homes. There were a couple of items for which he would have loved to ask for a private demo. But the site wasn’t garish or tawdry as he would have expected. It was tasteful, luxurious, and very romantic. This was not his father’s porn shop.
“What are you reading?” Teague looked over at Risa, sprawled on the couch next to him, her feet wedged under his thigh, her Kindle propped on her chest.
Risa looked up, her eyes a little glazed over from whatever world she’d been living in with the characters of the book. Her auburn hair was piled up on her head in a messy ponytail. She looked wild, free, and very sexy.
“ Jane Eyre . It’s my favorite book. I’ve read it a gazillion times.” Risa got up and crawled across the couch, sitting close to him, and placing a hand on his arm as they talked. She was a toucher, especially when she was talking to you. The complete opposite of Teague. But he didn’t mind it with her. “Have you read it?”
“Umm…no. I’m a man and I’m pretty sure there aren’t any Black Hawk helicopters or explosions in that book.”
She punched him in the arm and made a face as he scrambled to save his laptop from sliding and crashing onto the floor.
“Why?”
“Why what?” she asked.
“Why is it your favorite book?”
“Jane and I bonded over the orphan thing.”
“I’m sorry.” Teague leaned in and grasped her hand in his own. He’d forgotten her reference to having no family and regretted bringing it up.
“Not your fault.” She stared at him, her eyes more silver than green with her emotions, but she continued. “There’s a part where she talks about being obscure, little, poor. I know that feeling. I lived that feeling every time I sat in a social services office and a bunch of strangers talked about me like I was a stray dog.”
He knew better than to offer her pity and stuck to the topic. “But she
His dates didn’t stay overnight. They didn’t leave personal items in his bathroom “just in case” because that is when he ended it. They definitely didn’t hang out all day in their skintight yoga pants and tank top, watching awful reality TV, mocking his love of the news channel, and taking orders for their online sex toy business.
But Risa did. And he found he liked it. A lot. Which was perfect because they’d be spending some quality time together until she hopped on a plane back to Vegas tomorrow.
The annulment papers had been easy to complete and a colleague in Vegas had filed them with the court this morning. Now all they could do was sit and wait for the requisite time to pass and for the judge to sign off on the decree. And with neither of them contesting the request, it shouldn’t take long. In the meantime, they were hiding out in the apartment to avoid the good people of Elliott and their inevitable questions.
They’d started the day pretending to be newlyweds on opposite couches and had moved to the same couch by lunchtime. Their desire hung around like a third roommate since she’d arrived, and neither of them had shied from the occasional brush of skin and heated look. She was a beautiful woman who wore her sensuality with ease, and he couldn’t stop his response.
It had been years since sex had been for the sake of sex. The heat, the appetite to possess another person for at least a time, the sweaty, frenetic mutual goal of release and ecstasy. And while he didn’t remember every minute of his night with Risa, he recalled enough to know that what they’d experienced was the kind of sex you had in the backseat of your dad’s car when you were supposed to be at the movies—dirty, fun, and addictive.
It didn’t help that he’d spent some time clicking around her website for Behind Closed Doors, where she sold sex toys and high-end exclusive lingerie either online or through private parties hosted in people’s homes. There were a couple of items for which he would have loved to ask for a private demo. But the site wasn’t garish or tawdry as he would have expected. It was tasteful, luxurious, and very romantic. This was not his father’s porn shop.
“What are you reading?” Teague looked over at Risa, sprawled on the couch next to him, her feet wedged under his thigh, her Kindle propped on her chest.
Risa looked up, her eyes a little glazed over from whatever world she’d been living in with the characters of the book. Her auburn hair was piled up on her head in a messy ponytail. She looked wild, free, and very sexy.
“ Jane Eyre . It’s my favorite book. I’ve read it a gazillion times.” Risa got up and crawled across the couch, sitting close to him, and placing a hand on his arm as they talked. She was a toucher, especially when she was talking to you. The complete opposite of Teague. But he didn’t mind it with her. “Have you read it?”
“Umm…no. I’m a man and I’m pretty sure there aren’t any Black Hawk helicopters or explosions in that book.”
She punched him in the arm and made a face as he scrambled to save his laptop from sliding and crashing onto the floor.
“Why?”
“Why what?” she asked.
“Why is it your favorite book?”
“Jane and I bonded over the orphan thing.”
“I’m sorry.” Teague leaned in and grasped her hand in his own. He’d forgotten her reference to having no family and regretted bringing it up.
“Not your fault.” She stared at him, her eyes more silver than green with her emotions, but she continued. “There’s a part where she talks about being obscure, little, poor. I know that feeling. I lived that feeling every time I sat in a social services office and a bunch of strangers talked about me like I was a stray dog.”
He knew better than to offer her pity and stuck to the topic. “But she
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