Page 54 of Nothing to Deny
“It will stop in a second.”
“You are an incredible man,” she said, opening her fingers wide on his shoulders and driving them up toward his neck.
“That what I get for ditching a phone call?”
“Baer,” she whispered, ascending to trace her lips over his. “My Baer.”
This time her tongue took the lead and with fingertips slinking down his torso, she twisted her wrist. She’d just touched the waistband of his underwear when he growled and broke the kiss to bring the phone to his ear.
“What?” he barked into the handset, dropping his head. “No, fuck, Con, what did I—” His attention snapped up fast. She let her smile grow slowly. “Tonight… Are you shitting me?” The arousal and surprise faded to give way to suspicion. “No, Con, I don’t think this girl is eager to have me at all… Yeah.” Disconnecting the phone, he threw it toward the pillow. “Drinks tonight?”
Restraining a laugh, she played it coy. “Oh, well, I don’t know. That’s forward of you, Mr. Claymore… I was on a date with someone else today…”
“Why you…” He pinched her waist, provoking a yelp before he tickled her, pinning her body with his.
Again, her phone rang, so she pushed and squeaked, wriggling away from him to retrieve the handset from beneath the blanket. Flipping onto her front, still under him, she slithered a little higher. Baer stopped tickling just as she answered.
“Hello?”
“Freya,” Conrad said in her ear.
“Conrad, what a surprise!”
Tipping her chin toward her shoulder, she expected teasing from Baer. Rather than taunt, the very tip of his tongue touched the base of her spine to ascend at an excruciating pace, tormenting a trickle of need and arousal in its wake.
“We just talked five minutes ago,” Conrad said.
“Mm hmm,” she managed to say, squeezing her lips together.
“You’re on for tonight. Baer was a tough sell, but he’s a good guy… a really decent guy… He’d do anything to keep a client happy.”
And with how his tongue snaked to the back of her neck, she could believe that. “He better be available for the other date this week.”
“He will be,” Conrad said, a thread of concern in his voice. “Would you be able to come in this afternoon or later this evening before your date to sign this paperwork?”
“Yes,” she said, her breath catching when Baer’s mouth skimmed to the side of her neck. “Oh, God, yes.”
Done with the call, whether Conrad was or not, she hung up and tossed the phone aside to roll over and wrap both arms around his head, forcing his mouth to accept the moan slipping from hers. Although her legs coiled around his hips, locking them together, they had a date lined up tonight; one that couldn’t end with her ultimate fantasy. Rules. Rules. Rules. They couldn’t follow through. As much as she wanted to…
He felt so good. His mouth. His hands. The weight of him on top of her.
“Baer, Dad says—”
The child’s voice stole their kiss as both their attentions leaped toward the door. Toward Charlie, there on the threshold, screwdriver in hand.
“Charlie…” Baer said.
He gasped and pointed the screwdriver at them. “I’m telling Presley!”
Spinning around, the youngster bolted. Baer was smiling. How could he be smiling?
She didn’t find it funny at all and pushed at his shoulders. “Baer! Go after him!”
“What?” he asked. “We’re two consenting adults. They know what sex is.”
“Presley will be hurt.” Her breaking heart prompted a harder shove. “Go be a big brother, please.”
He frowned. “He didn’t really think you were into him… did he?”
