“You don’t know who they are?”
“Honestly, I try not to know. I get Eve and my mom are into the whole winning thing, but I think if I put that into my mindset, it would ruin my spirit.”
“You’re not competitive?”
“Not really. Is that strange? I mean, I’ll cheer for my team when I’m watching a game, but if I’m playing Monopoly–which I will never do with Eve again–I’m not out for blood. I want to have fun. That’s the whole point. When you’re so focused on winning, you miss part of the experience. Plus, sometimes it’s nice to see someone else win. Eve will do a whole victory dance. That in itself can be worth losing for.” I smile, remembering how ridiculous she acted the last time she won.
“Are you saying you might have thrown a few UNO games in your life?”
“Maybe.” I shrug. “Obsessing over being competitive, I imagine, is overwhelming. I guess I just want to use my energy for something else.” Him being that something else. Why had I said we should take it slow? What the heck was I thinking?
I have to admit that the gun he pulled out had taken me a bit by surprise, but a small part of me thought it was pretty badass how he went inside to check things over without hesitation. Then he blew Clark off, took me to lunch, and finished all the decorations. He’d been able to save some, piecing them back together.
“You’re different, Liza.” He slips around the side of the desk, picking up my bag for me before his hand comes to my hip. I drop my head back to stare up at him. I can’t help but smile. The man has glitter everywhere. He’s dark and shiny all at the same time.
“Is that bad?”
“No, it’s refreshing.”
“You’re different too, Crane.” I’ve never met anyone like him before. There is something about him that pulls me to him. This inexplicable attraction. I love my romance books, but I thought falling in love so quickly was crazy at times, but now I can see myself doing the same with Crane.
I raise up on my toes. Crane meets me halfway, his mouth claiming mine. His tongue sweeps past my lips as he lifts me off my feet, sitting me on the desk. My legs spread to make room for him to step between them. He’s already got me so turned on I don’t know what to do. It’s like he’s able to flip a switch in me that turns me into a needy mess.
A vibrating sound breaks me from the moment.
“Crane? Is that your phone?” I get out through little puffs of breath. His mouth is now traveling down my neck, making it hard for me to even form words at this point. He reaches into his pocket, his lips never leaving my skin as he clicks and clears the call.
“You’re with me, babe.” He nips my neck.
“Yes. Forget what I said before. Screw going slow.” I swear I can feel him smile against my neck.
“You want to be a bad girl?”
I lick my lips. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. My clit is starting to ache.
“I want to be your bad girl.”
A groan leaves him. His mouth comes back to mine. His hands go to my ass, pulling me to the edge of the desk. His cock grinding against my sex through my skirt.
“Then don’t move,” he orders before he starts to pull my skirt up. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. I wasn’t prepared for this. My panties have little kittens on them with candy canes. Not only that, I can feel the giant wet spot that has formed.
“Hold it.”
I grip my bunched skirt to hold it up for him.
His fingers rub the wet spot. “This for me?”
I nod.
“Tell me.”
I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks, but I’m so turned on that I don’t even care. I want whatever it is he’s going to give me. “It’s for you.”
“Careful what you say.” His fingers keep rubbing up and down against the spot outside my panties. “You’re telling me this is mine.”
“Please,” I beg. My hands fist my skirt, needing something to hang on to.
“Please? Now you sound like a good girl.” His fingers slip past my panties, pulling them to the side and exposing me to him.
“Crane—” I want to move to do something, but he told me not to.
“I’ll take care of you.” He drops to his knees, burying his face between my thighs. With only a few swipes of his tongue, I’m already coming. I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t crying out his name in pure pleasure. I’m sure he can sense how inexperienced I am. He’s barely touched me, and I’m already orgasming.
Not that it stops him. His mouth devours me, drinking down my release only to push me toward another. “Crane, I oh.”