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“Fuck a cuntwaffle,” I say. And for good measure, I add a few more swears that would make even Cash blush. Balancing against the wall, I tug on my heel. It’s eight fifteen in the morning and I’m late. On any other day I would already be out the door. But on most days I’m not waking up from mind-blowing sex.
Cash is slung across my bed as casually as a pair of well-worn jeans. His blond hair falls into his eyes as he studies his phone. I lean against the doorway, and my eyes scroll down his body— toned arms, a strong chest, and his abs march straight down to my favorite part of his anatomy. The man knows he’s sex on a stick and he’s definitely not wrong. He looks up at me and grins lazily, a cat just waiting to be fed. It looks like he wants me to be the main course.
Beep. I curse my phone and the job I’m in an abusive relationship with. I should probably turn my regular green tea latte into a triple shot latte, but I enjoy the languid feel in my muscles and the sluggish way my mind doesn’t want to think too hard about anything. Cash was right: sex was just what I needed. No, sex with Cash was just what I needed.
I’m barely dressed and am not going to leave this apartment for at least another half hour. I’ve texted Rob already that we’ll need to go over the issues with Tanner. That’s still going to be a big mess of a situation. One I’m not particularly looking forward to.
Running a hand through my hair, I wince and can already feel my curls starting to rebel. I’m going to need more hairpins today. Cash looks up from his phone and cracks a smile
“I’ve got a great view,” he says.
“Enjoying my ass?” I ask and don’t resist giving him a shake.
“Maybe. But I like it better naked.”
I hear the duvet slip to the ground and he comes up behind me. He’s naked and still warm from sleep, and on any other day I would want to crawl back in bed with him and forget the list of tasks I have for the day. But I want this promotion, and crawling back in bed and letting Cash wipe my mind clean again isn’t going to help me get to the top of my department.
His arm wraps around me, his fingers already toying with the row of buttons barely keeping my shirt together. He’s warm, and all thoughts go straight to my groin.
Department? What’s that?
Law—not a real thing. All that mattered at the moment was the man behind me and where his fingers were headed.
“Do you have to go?”
“That what you say to all your girls?” I tease as his fingers toy with the red bow on my panties.
“I’m working on some new material. How am I doing? Asking a girl to stay the morning after is definitely not something that EVER comes out of my mouth.” His lips connect with my neck, and my pulse jams into overdrive. I twist in his grasp, running my fingers through his hair. I pull him up and nip at his lip. His eyes burn into me. He’s ready for round two, three, and beyond. Another kiss, and I ease myself out of his hold.
“Hmm, I think I need to hear more of this ‘material’ you’re talking about before I make a ruling.”
“Come back to bed.”
“Hmm, not a Cash Gardner original. Try harder.”
He makes an advance toward me again, and I grab a skirt from my closet and slip out of his reach. Not so fast, mister. I’d hate for him to think he can treat me like any other girl he pulls out of the bar-going crowd.
In the bathroom, I take the skirt off the hanger, waiting to put it on to torture the man in the doorway just a bit more. Both arms braced on the doorframe, he stares me down, blue eyes pinning me to the spot.
I pop a come-get-me smile in the mirror and dare him to put up a fight for this. It’s what he needs in his life. Girls willingly drape themselves at his feet in the club. It’s time he put in the effort. For added effect, I leave the skirt off a little longer and lean into the mirror so he has a perfect view of my ass as I carefully apply another layer of lipstick. His eyes darken, going for midnight blue.
Take the bait, I will him. I could spare a few hours away from work. I should treat myself—and teasing my reward is just part of the package.
“Play hooky with me today.”
My tube of lipstick clatters to the sink. That was not the answer I expected. Enticements for more sex—absolutely. Maybe even another one-night stand—sure. But this…
I turn to face him, hip cocked.
“Give me one good reason why.” But I don’t need his reason, because I already have five or six or a dozen of my own. When it comes to Cash Gardner, I’m a complete goner.
“Because I asked you.” He stalks toward me and I hold my ground. Not that easily intimidated. We stand toe to toe, and it’s all I can do not to lean in and jump him. He takes my wrist in his hand and kisses the inside of it. Every part of my body yells at my brain to just fucking give him what he wants.
Not yet. I’m playing for keeps here.