“Let me stay with you while I finish the job. I’ll work hard on the landscaping for you during the day.” His voice is smooth, his words confident, like a practiced salesman handing over a pen to close a deal. “But I’ll work even harder for your body at night.”
I stop breathing when he holds my gaze and lifts my hand to his mouth. Then the tip of his tongue snakes out to lick between my fingers, and a corresponding rush of warmth soaks my panties as I mewl like a needy kitten.
“Here’s my proposal: one week. No strings. Anything goes.” His mouth quirks into that cocky grin. “What do you say, Ms. Fox? You in?”
Damn him and his handsome, smug face. He knows he has me. I tipped my hand the second his tongue made contact with it. Either I fold and walk away from the table, or I take the risk and go all in.
I always was shit at poker.
“I say it’s time you put your money where your mouth is, Mr. Adler.” I lean forward and give him a cocky grin of my own. “Show me what you got.”
6
Miriam
Never challenge a highly competitive athlete.
Unless, of course, said athlete has given you a quote for a few dozen orgasms in the next several days and you’re hoping like hell he’s able to deliver. Then, by all means, challenge the hell out of him.
Devin doesn’t mess around. He stands and pulls me up to meet his mouth in a fierce kiss worthy of the climactic moment in a movie. It sets off fireworks in my belly as he walks me back to where he can press me against a pillar.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I get out breathlessly.
“No.”
“No?”
“First rule of Fuck Club.”
“Fuck Club?”
“Yeah, Fuck Club. Sounds way cooler than Bubble Club.”
I laugh. “Can’t argue that. Okay, Tyler Durden, what’s the first rule? Other than we don’t talk about it.”
“That one’s a given already. First rule is we fuck wherever we are, whenever the mood strikes.”
He swoops in to take my mouth and as he stokes my desire, I decide I like that rule. We might have to stash condoms all over the house and yard like a PornHub version of an Easter egg hunt, but it’s doable. Breaking the kiss, I smile against his lips. “Can I assume the second rule is identical to the first?”
“You can, but it has additional verbiage that clearly defines the term ‘whenever’ as ‘constantly’.”
I tilt my head as his lips press to that sensitive spot beneath my ear. “Constantly?” He hums against my skin in answer. “Since we’re being so technical, I’m presuming that as valedictorian you know what hyperbole is.”
“Fine, not constantly. Often.”
“How often is often?”
“Very.” Continuing his path across my collar bone, he asks, “Want a daily breakdown?”
“Like a lesson plan? Now you’re speaking my language, Adler.”
“Then listen carefully, Fox. The following times will be reserved for fucking.” I shiver as he starts a trail of kisses down the side of my neck. “First thing when we wake up.” Kiss. “After breakfast before I start working.” Kiss. “Then there’s second breakfast.” Nibble. “And elevenses.”
“What are you, a Hobbit?” I chuckle, secretly loving that the alpha jock is also a Tolkien fan. One of Devin’s most attractive traits is his intelligence, something he downplays around his friends but the teachers know how smart he really is. So does Notre Dame. A strange sense of loss washes over me at that thought. No, Miriam, remember the bubble, stay in the present.
Shaking it off, I tilt my head the other way, inviting him to start up the other side of my neck, which he does, and I fall right back in the moment.
“Worse,” he says between hot, open-mouthed kisses. “I’m a Sex Hobbit. Because then there’s after-yardwork-shower-sex.” Kiss. “Post-dinner-oral-sex.” Nibble. Suck. “Before-bed-sex.” Liiiiiick. “And last but never least, interrupt-your-sleep-with-my-cock-inside-your-pussy-sex.” Lobe nip.
He slips a hand between my thighs, causing me to moan and roll my hips to chase his touch. “I don’t have any condoms, so I hope to God you came prepared.”
“And then some.” Devin takes a step back and pulls a folded envelope out of his pocket. “Here.”
I unfold the paper that was tucked inside and find a gold foil packet. Holding it up, I grin. “Most guys carry them in their wallets, but I guess this works, too.”
He rolls his eyes. “Just read the paper already.”
I laugh and scan the information, my eyes getting wider as I realize what he gave me. “Are these...?”
“Test results. Dated yesterday and negative for everything.” When I don’t immediately speak, he adds, “Don’t freak out, that’s not my only condom; I have a brand new box. I just didn’t want you to be worried about anything, that’s all.”
I peer up at him and notice for the first time how kind his brown eyes are. “That was really sweet of you, Devin, thank you.”
“Welcome. Now that we have that out of the way...”
He starts to dip his head but I pull back. “Aren’t you worried about whether I’ve been tested recently?”
“Okay, when was the last time you were tested?”
“Right after my last sexual partner. Also negative across the board, so no worries there.”
Devin looks thoughtful for a second, then arches a dubious brow. “And how long ago was that?”
Shit. I walked right into that one. Instead of answering, I rise up on my toes, wrap my arms around his neck, and fuse our mouths together. He takes the bait and does me one better when he palms my ass and
