guards at school, and attended the summer training program. You’ve always had the desire to help the meek cross roads.”
“Fucking hilarious.” He glared, but the small grin gave him away. “For your information, I went to basketball camp for four years.”
She leaned back in her chair and studied him. “I can see that. You’ve got the body of a jock.”
He patted his chest. “Come and show me how much you like it.”
She glanced away. “I’m still eating.”
“Baby.” He waited. “Come here.”
“You shouldn’t call me that.” She wiped her hands off with the napkin. “I’m long past the stage of infancy.”
He laughed. God, she’s funny.
“Come here.” He scooted his chair back.
She sighed loudly, walked around the table, and perched on his knees. He chuckled and pulled her back into his lap. She stiffened, and he used his hand to position her head on his chest, making her relax against him.
“Don’t you like sitting right here?”
“I like it,” she whispered.
He kissed the top of her head. “Good.”
“But…”
He gave her a squeeze. “Spill it.”
“You really shouldn’t call me baby. This is only our first—”
“Second.”
She tilted her head. “Whatever. It’s too soon.”
“So, it’s not that I call you baby, but you think I’m bullshitting you to get you on your back and me between your legs? I’ve been there and I’ll be there again. I don’t plan to leave that spot anytime soon. I’m forty-three years old, and I don’t know if you’re used to younger guys playing the field, but I’m done with that. I want a woman in my bed, in my life, and when I ask her to come here and sit on my lap, I expect her to do it,” he said.
“Oh.” She frowned, and the lines between her brows deepened.
“There it is again. I say anything, and you are trying to figure out if I meant something else.” He tilted her back farther. “I mean what I say. That’s something you’ll learn the more time we spend together.”
She pouted. “You’re bossy.”
“Yeah.” He ran the pad of this thumb across the width of her lip. “Get used to it.”
She stared up into his eyes. Her pupils dilated as he stroked her mouth. His dick hardened. He could imagine her sucking him dry.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“About?” he whispered back. Finally, he’d find out what was bothering her.
“I’ve never—”
The doorbell rang. He growled. Whoever was at the door was asking to be shot.
She straightened. “You better get that.”
He stopped her from getting up. “Give me a kiss.”
She did. He held her chin. “We’re not done. I want you to hold that thought, and when I get back from answering the door, you’ll tell me what’s making you throw up all kinds of fucking barriers. Okay?”
“Yeah.” She hopped off his lap.
Still, he hesitated. “I mean it.”
She nodded. “Go answer your door. It could be important.”
“You’re important,” he said.
She turned away. He jogged down the hallway and into the foyer. No one was to bother him today. He’d informed his secretary last night.
He opened the door
“Hi.” Katina’s friend Doreen stepped toward him, patted his chest, and entered the house without any qualms. “If I told you I got my fill of this house the other day, I’d be lying.”
“What are you doing here?” He shut the door.
“I was in the neighborhood and remembered Katina saying she was spending the day with you.” She walked passed him and peeked inside the living room. “So, I thought I’d stop in. I think Kat forgot we needed to go over some plans tonight. We’ve got a”—she waved her hand in the air—”huge, huge contract on the Mitchells’ house. Did she tell you?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah.”
“Figures. She’s so pumped. It’s her biggest job to date. We’ve been—” Doreen spotted Katina and smiled down the hallway. “There you are!”
“Hey…what are you doing here?” Katina
“Fucking hilarious.” He glared, but the small grin gave him away. “For your information, I went to basketball camp for four years.”
She leaned back in her chair and studied him. “I can see that. You’ve got the body of a jock.”
He patted his chest. “Come and show me how much you like it.”
She glanced away. “I’m still eating.”
“Baby.” He waited. “Come here.”
“You shouldn’t call me that.” She wiped her hands off with the napkin. “I’m long past the stage of infancy.”
He laughed. God, she’s funny.
“Come here.” He scooted his chair back.
She sighed loudly, walked around the table, and perched on his knees. He chuckled and pulled her back into his lap. She stiffened, and he used his hand to position her head on his chest, making her relax against him.
“Don’t you like sitting right here?”
“I like it,” she whispered.
He kissed the top of her head. “Good.”
“But…”
He gave her a squeeze. “Spill it.”
“You really shouldn’t call me baby. This is only our first—”
“Second.”
She tilted her head. “Whatever. It’s too soon.”
“So, it’s not that I call you baby, but you think I’m bullshitting you to get you on your back and me between your legs? I’ve been there and I’ll be there again. I don’t plan to leave that spot anytime soon. I’m forty-three years old, and I don’t know if you’re used to younger guys playing the field, but I’m done with that. I want a woman in my bed, in my life, and when I ask her to come here and sit on my lap, I expect her to do it,” he said.
“Oh.” She frowned, and the lines between her brows deepened.
“There it is again. I say anything, and you are trying to figure out if I meant something else.” He tilted her back farther. “I mean what I say. That’s something you’ll learn the more time we spend together.”
She pouted. “You’re bossy.”
“Yeah.” He ran the pad of this thumb across the width of her lip. “Get used to it.”
She stared up into his eyes. Her pupils dilated as he stroked her mouth. His dick hardened. He could imagine her sucking him dry.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“About?” he whispered back. Finally, he’d find out what was bothering her.
“I’ve never—”
The doorbell rang. He growled. Whoever was at the door was asking to be shot.
She straightened. “You better get that.”
He stopped her from getting up. “Give me a kiss.”
She did. He held her chin. “We’re not done. I want you to hold that thought, and when I get back from answering the door, you’ll tell me what’s making you throw up all kinds of fucking barriers. Okay?”
“Yeah.” She hopped off his lap.
Still, he hesitated. “I mean it.”
She nodded. “Go answer your door. It could be important.”
“You’re important,” he said.
She turned away. He jogged down the hallway and into the foyer. No one was to bother him today. He’d informed his secretary last night.
He opened the door
“Hi.” Katina’s friend Doreen stepped toward him, patted his chest, and entered the house without any qualms. “If I told you I got my fill of this house the other day, I’d be lying.”
“What are you doing here?” He shut the door.
“I was in the neighborhood and remembered Katina saying she was spending the day with you.” She walked passed him and peeked inside the living room. “So, I thought I’d stop in. I think Kat forgot we needed to go over some plans tonight. We’ve got a”—she waved her hand in the air—”huge, huge contract on the Mitchells’ house. Did she tell you?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah.”
“Figures. She’s so pumped. It’s her biggest job to date. We’ve been—” Doreen spotted Katina and smiled down the hallway. “There you are!”
“Hey…what are you doing here?” Katina
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