Heat crawled up the back of my neck and spread over my cheeks.
I definitely hadn’t meant to say that.
“How would I let you know I wanted that?” His voice smoothed into a drawl. “Hey, Mads, can you crawl under my desk and help me out with a little problem?”
My blush grew hotter. “I wouldn’t call that erectionlittle.”
“Are you hitting on me?” There was something in his voice.
Almost… interest.
“No.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m just pointing out alargefact.”
He snorted. “Youarehitting on me.”
“I’m not.”
“Why are you denying it?”
“Because I’m not hitting on you. I’m offering to make things fair between us. You went down on me, so it seems like I owe you.”
“I didn’t eat you out so you would give me a blow job.” His humor vanished, replaced by more of that sexy growl.
“I didn’t say you did.”
“You said youowed me.”
“I said it would be fair if I returned the favor so things are balanced between us. You got me out of your system, but if jerking off afterward wasn’t enough to take the edge off your need, I wouldn’t have a problem with evening things out.”
“Evening things outsuggests that you feel an obligation,” Bo said.
“What else do you want me to say? I’m dying to wrap my mouth around your cock?”
“Are you?” The challenge in his voice was unavoidable as he looked me square in the eyes.
“Am I what?”
“Dying to wrap those pretty little lips around my cock.”
Oh.
I had just said that, hadn’t I?
Crap.
“It doesn’t sound unappealing,” I said. “But I don’t want to push beyond your comfort zone if?—”
Bo caught my wrist, pulling lightly. I leaned over the desk a little more, my eyes widening as he placed my hand over his erection.
It was just as thick as it had been the night before.
Maybe I was right, and jerking offhadn’tbeen enough for him. He’d spent hours with his mouth on me, so that didn’t seem hard to believe.
Pun not intended, but appreciated anyway.
I gripped his hardness through his jeans, and his eyes closed.
His jaw clenched.
