climbed over him, sliding her hands over his muscles with practiced expertise.
He melted into the bed, his eyes closed in ecstasy. “Was that what a masseuse does, then?” he teased, earning a nipple pinch before she soothed him into a deep slumber.
Chapter Five
She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her torso, stepping into her bedroom to fish a pair of bra and panties out of the dresser.
Joey sat on her bed, pulling on his socks. “Al’s having a barbecue Sunday. I want you to go with me.”
“Are you asking me or telling me?” Her tone was bitchier than she’d intended and she could tell by the way Joey’s head snapped up she’d offended.
He finished dressing and stood up. “I’m asking. Are you picking a fight?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows. He walked around behind her and grabbed a fistful of hair. “Hmm?” he growled in her ear. Her pussy clenched and she couldn’t seem to answer.
He turned her around without releasing her hair. The tough guy look slid away, replaced by an earnest expression. “I’m sorry if I sound bossy--it’s just the way I talk. It doesn’t mean I won’t bend for you.”
Her heart thundered at his concession. How could he transition from bossman to considerate lover in the blink of an eye?
He slipped his fingers inside her bra and rolled her nipple between them. “I thought you liked me being the boss of you. Are you going to let me be in charge?”
She wanted to say no, because she understood he was asking a serious question, but she couldn’t think straight with her head pulled back and her nipple being tortured. He withdrew his hand from her bra and reached between her legs, running a finger inside the rim of her panties. A tremor ran simultaneously down both inner thighs.
“Are you, little girl?” he asked, his finger lightly brushing over her moistened labia.
“Yes,” was all she could whisper.
“Good girl,” he said and leaned forward, pressing his lips over hers with a hard, demanding kiss at the same moment his fingers pinched her clit. She shuddered, a small orgasm rippling through her.
He released her when it had passed, looking satisfied with himself as he sauntered to her dresser and started going through her jewelry.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Looking at what you wear,” he said, picking up various pieces and examining them. “Is this what you like or what you can afford?”
She gave him a withering look. “It’s what I like to wear.”
He held up his hands, grinning. “Okay, okay. That’s why I asked.”
“I hate diamond heart pendants if that’s what you were wondering,” she said, crossing to the closet and choosing a blouse.
He grinned. “Yes, that was what I was wondering. Looks like you prefer semi-precious gemstones in large, arty styles. Is that right?”
“Yeah,” she grinned. “That’s pretty good.”
He blew on his nails and buffed them. “See? Some Neanderthals know how to pay attention.”
She picked up a pillow and tossed it in his face, but he caught it easily. “Uh oh. Now you’re in trouble,” he said, lunging to catch her around the waist, and giving her ass a hard slap.
“Ow! No fair!” she yelped, covering her behind with her hand.
“Mmm hmm. You mess with the bull, you get the horns,” he said, holding two fingers up in a Dances With Wolves buffalo imitation.
She giggled.
He picked up his gun from the dresser. “Listen. I’m going to leave this here for you. I don’t like the idea of you being here alone.” He narrowed his eyes and pointed a finger in her face. “And I did mean it about you locking the door.”
“I appreciate the concern, but--”
“I’m leaving the gun. Do you know how to use it?”
She nodded. “Yes. My dad taught me. But I don’t need a gun here, Joey.”
He ignored her. “I’m putting it up here,” he said, reaching to a high corner shelf in her closet. “It’s loaded and the safety’s
He melted into the bed, his eyes closed in ecstasy. “Was that what a masseuse does, then?” he teased, earning a nipple pinch before she soothed him into a deep slumber.
Chapter Five
She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her torso, stepping into her bedroom to fish a pair of bra and panties out of the dresser.
Joey sat on her bed, pulling on his socks. “Al’s having a barbecue Sunday. I want you to go with me.”
“Are you asking me or telling me?” Her tone was bitchier than she’d intended and she could tell by the way Joey’s head snapped up she’d offended.
He finished dressing and stood up. “I’m asking. Are you picking a fight?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows. He walked around behind her and grabbed a fistful of hair. “Hmm?” he growled in her ear. Her pussy clenched and she couldn’t seem to answer.
He turned her around without releasing her hair. The tough guy look slid away, replaced by an earnest expression. “I’m sorry if I sound bossy--it’s just the way I talk. It doesn’t mean I won’t bend for you.”
Her heart thundered at his concession. How could he transition from bossman to considerate lover in the blink of an eye?
He slipped his fingers inside her bra and rolled her nipple between them. “I thought you liked me being the boss of you. Are you going to let me be in charge?”
She wanted to say no, because she understood he was asking a serious question, but she couldn’t think straight with her head pulled back and her nipple being tortured. He withdrew his hand from her bra and reached between her legs, running a finger inside the rim of her panties. A tremor ran simultaneously down both inner thighs.
“Are you, little girl?” he asked, his finger lightly brushing over her moistened labia.
“Yes,” was all she could whisper.
“Good girl,” he said and leaned forward, pressing his lips over hers with a hard, demanding kiss at the same moment his fingers pinched her clit. She shuddered, a small orgasm rippling through her.
He released her when it had passed, looking satisfied with himself as he sauntered to her dresser and started going through her jewelry.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Looking at what you wear,” he said, picking up various pieces and examining them. “Is this what you like or what you can afford?”
She gave him a withering look. “It’s what I like to wear.”
He held up his hands, grinning. “Okay, okay. That’s why I asked.”
“I hate diamond heart pendants if that’s what you were wondering,” she said, crossing to the closet and choosing a blouse.
He grinned. “Yes, that was what I was wondering. Looks like you prefer semi-precious gemstones in large, arty styles. Is that right?”
“Yeah,” she grinned. “That’s pretty good.”
He blew on his nails and buffed them. “See? Some Neanderthals know how to pay attention.”
She picked up a pillow and tossed it in his face, but he caught it easily. “Uh oh. Now you’re in trouble,” he said, lunging to catch her around the waist, and giving her ass a hard slap.
“Ow! No fair!” she yelped, covering her behind with her hand.
“Mmm hmm. You mess with the bull, you get the horns,” he said, holding two fingers up in a Dances With Wolves buffalo imitation.
She giggled.
He picked up his gun from the dresser. “Listen. I’m going to leave this here for you. I don’t like the idea of you being here alone.” He narrowed his eyes and pointed a finger in her face. “And I did mean it about you locking the door.”
“I appreciate the concern, but--”
“I’m leaving the gun. Do you know how to use it?”
She nodded. “Yes. My dad taught me. But I don’t need a gun here, Joey.”
He ignored her. “I’m putting it up here,” he said, reaching to a high corner shelf in her closet. “It’s loaded and the safety’s
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