she had no resources for this kind of flat refusal—especially from a guy like Matt.
Because he meant it. He was seriously going to deny her the best part of him out of a misplaced sense of chivalry...and she had no choice but to comply. That grim, apologetic expression was the look of a man who meant what he said and intended to enforce it, even if it meant turning that car around and taking her straight home.
A thrill ran through her. He would, too.
“Okay, you win.” Hesitant to let him see how profoundly his strength of resolve affected her, she resumed her attention to his cock, her movements a little faster, a lot harder. “But if you get to make a last-minute stipulation like that, I think I should get one too.”
He sank further, and Whitney dropped with him. Even with the seat all the way pushed back, space was limited. She used the sudden shift to tug her skirt higher, slipping her free hand between her legs. The slick heat of her own desire greeted her, but it wasn’t that which made her turn suddenly warm with liquid satisfaction. No—that honor belonged to the look on Matt’s face as he realized she meant to get them both off. Like he was seeing his first Christmas and she was all wrapped up in a shiny red bow.
She moaned, getting into it, losing herself momentarily in the double sensation of her hands working them both.
“Wait—what’s your stipulation?” Matt managed, never once tearing his gaze from her fingers working her clit.
“Oh, God. I can’t stop. You’re going to have to give me a minute first.”
She switched hands, her own moisture acting as a lubricant as she finished jerking Matt off. The sound of him calling her name, begging her not to stop, was all it took to push her over the edge, and they came together, bodies jerking and making the kind of glorious mess that signaled complete and utter release.
Minutes later, slumped in the opposite seat, doing her best to clean up with a school-sized pack of tissues in Matt’s glove compartment, she finally rolled her head to the side to address him.
“I’m ready to make my demands now.”
He groaned. “After that? I honestly don’t think I can.”
With a shout of laughter, she tossed him the tissues. “Don’t worry. You can give those boys a much-deserved rest. But if we’re going to do this—if we’re going to make sure you’ve rebounded so hard your feet won’t have time to touch the ground—you have to promise not to get attached.”
He outlined her lips with the tip of one finger, and that gentle touch did more to sway her than the entire past hour they’d spent fooling around. He was so sweet . She wasn’t used to guys being sweet.
“Too late. I’m already attached.”
She grabbed his finger and held it aloft. “I mean it, Matt. Let’s just have fun, okay? Take it one day at a time?”
He made the motion of an X on his chest. “No intercourse, no dates, lots of fun. I accept the challenge. Should we shake on it?”
She sighed, knowing full well she was going to regret taking his extended hand. But she did, and there was no mistaking the jolt of electricity that passed between their palms. Just imagine what it must feel like to have that man’s cock inside you . Dammit. She was getting attached too.
“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” she asked.
But then, what man ever did?
Chapter Seven
Kendra burst through the door of Whitney’s townhouse, her arms full of canvas bags that sprouted bushy weeds from the top. Even though she had her own place across the street, Kendra was a social creature by nature. She liked dinner parties and girls’ nights out and sleepovers of the male variety. Since they would be working together all day long, Whitney insisted on separate residences—she loved Kendra, but there was only so much effusive socializing a person could take in one day.
Of course, that didn’t stop her friend from regularly stopping by, filling her fridge with bizarre,
Because he meant it. He was seriously going to deny her the best part of him out of a misplaced sense of chivalry...and she had no choice but to comply. That grim, apologetic expression was the look of a man who meant what he said and intended to enforce it, even if it meant turning that car around and taking her straight home.
A thrill ran through her. He would, too.
“Okay, you win.” Hesitant to let him see how profoundly his strength of resolve affected her, she resumed her attention to his cock, her movements a little faster, a lot harder. “But if you get to make a last-minute stipulation like that, I think I should get one too.”
He sank further, and Whitney dropped with him. Even with the seat all the way pushed back, space was limited. She used the sudden shift to tug her skirt higher, slipping her free hand between her legs. The slick heat of her own desire greeted her, but it wasn’t that which made her turn suddenly warm with liquid satisfaction. No—that honor belonged to the look on Matt’s face as he realized she meant to get them both off. Like he was seeing his first Christmas and she was all wrapped up in a shiny red bow.
She moaned, getting into it, losing herself momentarily in the double sensation of her hands working them both.
“Wait—what’s your stipulation?” Matt managed, never once tearing his gaze from her fingers working her clit.
“Oh, God. I can’t stop. You’re going to have to give me a minute first.”
She switched hands, her own moisture acting as a lubricant as she finished jerking Matt off. The sound of him calling her name, begging her not to stop, was all it took to push her over the edge, and they came together, bodies jerking and making the kind of glorious mess that signaled complete and utter release.
Minutes later, slumped in the opposite seat, doing her best to clean up with a school-sized pack of tissues in Matt’s glove compartment, she finally rolled her head to the side to address him.
“I’m ready to make my demands now.”
He groaned. “After that? I honestly don’t think I can.”
With a shout of laughter, she tossed him the tissues. “Don’t worry. You can give those boys a much-deserved rest. But if we’re going to do this—if we’re going to make sure you’ve rebounded so hard your feet won’t have time to touch the ground—you have to promise not to get attached.”
He outlined her lips with the tip of one finger, and that gentle touch did more to sway her than the entire past hour they’d spent fooling around. He was so sweet . She wasn’t used to guys being sweet.
“Too late. I’m already attached.”
She grabbed his finger and held it aloft. “I mean it, Matt. Let’s just have fun, okay? Take it one day at a time?”
He made the motion of an X on his chest. “No intercourse, no dates, lots of fun. I accept the challenge. Should we shake on it?”
She sighed, knowing full well she was going to regret taking his extended hand. But she did, and there was no mistaking the jolt of electricity that passed between their palms. Just imagine what it must feel like to have that man’s cock inside you . Dammit. She was getting attached too.
“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” she asked.
But then, what man ever did?
Chapter Seven
Kendra burst through the door of Whitney’s townhouse, her arms full of canvas bags that sprouted bushy weeds from the top. Even though she had her own place across the street, Kendra was a social creature by nature. She liked dinner parties and girls’ nights out and sleepovers of the male variety. Since they would be working together all day long, Whitney insisted on separate residences—she loved Kendra, but there was only so much effusive socializing a person could take in one day.
Of course, that didn’t stop her friend from regularly stopping by, filling her fridge with bizarre,
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