IOU Sex
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All of this made my heart constrict. He knew me better than anyone. I tried not to dwell on that fact, though. I still wasn’t sure what was happening between us tonight, and I wasn’t ready for further exploration.
Instead, I said, “Tell me about this last road trip. Where’d you go?”
He set aside the chow mein and reached for his drink. “Pacific Northwest. I rode the coast up to Seattle. Took photos of Oregon and Washington. I considered riding up to Vancouver, but this book showcases American sights only.”
He liked to take pictures of well-known landmarks, parks and monuments, but his specialty was off-the-beaten path landscapes. He found the most interesting and breathtaking natural features all over the world.
“How long before you have the book wrapped up?”
“Couple of months. I’m toying with what to do for my next book, once this one’s out of my hands and with the publisher. Likely a trek through New Zealand.”
“Sounds exciting. I hear there’s amazing scenery there.”
“After that, it’s Italy. I’m boning up on the language.”
Frowning, I said, “Those sound like very long trips.”
“Wanna go with me?”
I laughed. He didn’t.
He crooked a brow at me and asked again, “Wanna go with me?”
“Michael,” I said, giving him an incredulous look. “I have a company to run.”
Not to mention, spending several weeks in New Zealand or Italy was definitely not something just friends did.
He gave a nonchalant shrug, apparently undeterred by my excuse. “You haven’t taken a vacation all year. You could probably use a break.”
He had me there. Still, there was that other matter to consider. “You really think we’d get along, traveling with each other for extensive periods of time?”
He grinned. “We’d be great together.”
My eyes narrowed. “Did you have a near-death experience on your road trip? You’re acting very strange.”
He set his Scotch on the coffee table, along with my box of half-eaten duck. He stretched out on the cushions, with me between his legs, my back resting against his chest. His arms wrapped around me, and he slowly unbuttoned the shirt I wore.
“Take this into consideration,” he whispered in my ear in his ultrasexy voice.
He pulled the material of the shirt apart and firmly palmed my bare breasts. Liquid fire flowed through my veins as he massaged and kneaded, then toyed with the hard nipples.
“Michael,” I whispered back. My pussy suddenly ached for him again.
“You and me,” he said in a low voice, “exploring different countries by day. Getting naked with each other by night.”
His fingers tugged lightly on my tight nipples. I moaned.
One of his hands slid down to my bare mound. His fingertips stroked my pussy lips as his tongue flicked my earlobe.
“Think about it. Next summer. It could be one hell of a good time.”
“Too far off to think about right now,” I said, taking the easy way out. “I’m more interested in the good time we’re having tonight.”
He chuckled. “You like this, don’t you?”
“Mm. Very much.”
The pads of his fingers targeted my clit, rubbing slowly until my hips started to gyrate. He picked up the tempo. His other hand alternately massaged my breast and teased the nipple.