Chapter 6

I gulped down the bottled water, liking where I thought his intentions were going.

I’m not against hook ups—at least I hadn’t been a couple of years ago in the city before I moved out and started hunting for love instead of lust. So far love hadn’t worked out. Maybe I should be going back to lust for a while?

I gave him the once-over again. I stood, letting the afghan fall.

“See anything you like, baby?” he asked.

I cocked my head as my dick pointed to its preference on its way up to full mast.

“Yeah.” I peered at him from eyes to crotch and back again. “But you don’t want this body until it’s showered and my teeth are brushed.”

He looked momentarily surprised. But his dick seemed to be taking everything in stride, filling out the front of his sweats and then tenting them.

“Okay,” he said in a voice that challenged me, “you’re on.”

And we were. 2