Jacked Up_Hard n' Dirty by Jane Henry

Author:Jane Henry [Henry, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Levi

It’s fucking hard to get my work done, even if she’s not here. Part of me can’t help but remember the way she felt when I buried myself in her. The feel of my palm marking her perfect, sweet ass. The taste of her mouth. And I sure as fuck wish I hadn’t had to delete those pictures of her off my phone, because I’d do fucking anything to have those all to myself.

She hasn’t come clean about the way she earns her money, but I’ll ask her, and soon. I have my suspicions but don’t want to assume.

Spade comes in and in typical asshole fashion, gives me shit about the phone.

“Something you don’t want me to see on there, boss?” he asks with a chuckle.

“Yeah, dumbass,” I tell him. “So mind your own fucking business.”

I’m working through the voicemails that have come in about the show in my absence and wondering why I did a stupid thing like give Tanya the day off. I even consider giving her a call and asking her to come back for an hour. I could use her help around here. Then I look at Spade’s lewd grin and I know. Yeah, that’s not happening.

I finish my work and call her on the office number. “I’ll pick up dinner on the way, but I have a quick errand to run first, okay?”

“Sure,” she says. “Do you want to eat at your place or mine?”

“Mine would be easier if you don’t mind. I’ll get a chance to walk the dogs instead of having to call my neighbor and ask her.”

“Her?”

Is that jealousy?

What the hell are we playing at here? I’ve known her for such a short time, but in that time I’ve spanked her, kissed her, fucked her, and she’s called me daddy. We’re on the fast track to…something.

“Yeah. Her,” I repeat. “The college student who’s renting the house next door? She likes to pick up extra cash when she can.”

“Hmph,” she huffs out, clearly not impressed.

“Seven good?” I ask her.

“Perfect,” she says.

We hang up, and for a minute I think to myself, this could be something more than it is. More than sex and fucking around with kink. God, she’s so damn responsive. The way she moans, and the way she calls me daddy. Something tells me she’d be game for some of my kinkier persuasions.

But it’s more than that. She’s funny and sweet and witty. And the fucking nerve to text a picture like that. I shake my head. She’s something else.

When I show up she’s already there. Next to her in the car, I can’t help but notice she’s got a little duffle bag. It’s pink and quilted with a golden handle, but it’s not something that just sits in the car. She’s packed a bag for the night.

She gets out with the bag in hand. I take the bag, lean in, and give her an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

“Been here long?” I ask her.

“Just got here. I was just admiring your view,” she says, trotting to keep up with my long strides.

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