Page 62 of Nothing to Deny
“We’ll see,” she said. “I’ll rustle up something.”
“You’re the best, Freya.”
Getting close to this family hadn’t been her plan, but she was falling for all of them. Dangerous. Her and Baer’s relationship wasn’t exactly defined… or secure.
“Get some rest, honey. Baer will be there soon. Goodnight.”
Hanging up his phone, her gaze drifted toward Baer again. There was something curious about his intense look. Holly interrupted it with a question. Just a minute or two later, the car stopped. They said goodbye and Holly slipped off home, more optimistic than earlier. That was something.
Baer came to sit beside her when the car started moving again.
“We only have a few minutes,” she said when he tried to kiss her. “You have to go home.”
“Everything okay?” he asked, leaning back, keeping his hand under her chin to raise it. “Thought it was your boyfriend, scenting you or something.”
Twisting toward him, she slid down in the seat, resting her head against the back. “It was my boyfriend’s brother,” she said, smoothing his shirt. “He needs help with the homework he didn’t tell his dad about…” She peeked at him. “I said you’d go over and help him…” Cringing, she braced for a potentially negative reaction. “He doesn’t want you to tell Abel.”
“Hey, at least the kid’s trying to do the homework. I’d have fed my teacher a line.”
“I believe that,” she said, smiling when he slouched to lay his head on the back of the seat by hers. “I told him I’d talk to Presley too… He thinks we’re cheating on him.”
“I’ll talk to the kid—”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll do it,” she said. “I should’ve known better than to play brothers off each other.”
“Can’t help yourself around me, that’s all,” he said, edging closer until their mouths met.
The back of a car wasn’t a bad place to live. First, she’d been happy to sleep there, now she’d be happy to reside there forevermore, basking in the mouth of the man pampering her.
His fingertips crept onto her knee, higher, higher, under the hem of her dress.
She caught them under the fabric and broke the kiss. “Baer—”
“Relax, baby. I’ll make you come. That’s all. I can make you feel good.”
She didn’t doubt that but didn’t want him going over to his family’s apartment with…herall over him. Leaving him in thecar would be hard enough, him pleasuring her wouldn’t make it any easier.
“You know the rules… And we’re only a couple of blocks from mine.”
His hand left her skirt to skim over her waist. “You could invite me in.”
Though the privacy screen was up, she glanced toward the front like the driver might hear them. “You know we can’t do that. I told you no sex while you’re being paid to be with me.”
“I’ll pay you,” he said, an unfamiliar edge of desperation in his voice. She crooked a brow. “You know what I mean, baby. This isn’t about the money, Lil’.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway.” Righting her skirt, she sat straighter. “You have to go and help Charlie.”
“You could come back to mine.”
Though appreciated, she had to be wary of his enthusiasm. “Are you like this with all your reluctant dates, Mr. Claymore?”
“Clayton,” he said, sitting up, abandoning his seduction.
Uh… “What?”
“I use my real first name, though I spell it differently when I’m with dates. I try not to use any last name. But, if I have to, it’s Clayton.”
A fake name. Of course he needed a fake name in his line of work.
