Captain Dreamboat (Ponderosa Resort Romantic Comedies Book 7) by Tawna Fenske

Author:Tawna Fenske [Fenske, Tawna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Jonathan

I stumble into the house on Blanka’s heels, aware that something big is happening.

For the record, my lack of coordination has nothing to do with wine and everything to do with how much I want her, how desperately I’m hoping this is really headed where I think it is.

My mind spins with ways to flood her with pleasure. To that spot on the underside of her left breast that made her speak in tongues. I’m swimming in ideas, in a million ways to leave her writhing and gasping and calling out my name.

Blanka pauses just inside the doorway and points to my bed. Thank God I remembered to make it this morning. “Lie down. Please.”

“Okay.” Not like I’m going to object to that.

I ease onto the bed, carefully guarding the surgical site. It barely hurts at all, but I’m still conscious of it. Still testing it the way you slide a tongue over a sore tooth.

Blue eyes flash with heat as Blanka surveys my body. I can’t help noticing her eyes linger at the fly of my jeans. “Take off your shirt.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I’ve never been bossed around in bed, but it’s pretty hot. “Is this whole thing going to be you issuing commands? Because with that sexy accent and—er, what are you doing?”

She holds up a necktie she’s grabbed off the top of my dresser. “Is this yours?”

“No, it’s James’s,” I tell her. “I borrowed it a couple days ago when I gave a presentation to the Rotary Club.”

I managed to raise over a thousand dollars in donations for pediatric nephrology services in Central Oregon, a pet project of mine since the surgery.

Blanka looks at me a moment, then drops the tie. She picks up a second one and frowns. “Why do you have two identical ties?”

“Look closely.” Why the hell are we talking about neckties? I thought we were going to—okay, never mind. Whatever it takes to get her in the mood. “See how it’s almost the same pattern as the other one? But if you study the pattern—”

“Oh.” Blanka peers closer at the second tie. “Are these tiny penises?”

“Bingo.” I grin, willing her to join me on the bed. “I’m giving that one to James to see if he notices the swap.”

Which I know sounds juvenile, but I live to mess with my tight-ass big brother.

Blanka puts the ties down and shakes her head. “You’re not making this easy.”

“Making what easy?” I pat the bed beside me. “I already ditched the shirt. All I need is for you to join me so I can get busy stripping off your—”

“No.” She shakes her head. “This is not about busy. Or work.”

I cock my head, watching her stroll to the other side of my room. “I wasn’t suggesting we run spreadsheets.”

But hey, whatever floats her boat. I just need my hands on her, preferably soon. “Come on. I promise I’ll make you forget all about neckties and Rotary Club and work of any kind.”

And maybe forget her own name, if I do my job right.

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