The Workaholic and the Realist (New Hampshire Bears #2) by Mary Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

this one bagged. All we need to do is choose a time and place.”
    I studied his face. His young, hot, sexy smirk told me he thought he could accomplish this goal; I wondered if he could do it.
    “You give me a time and date, since I don’t know your schedule.” This is happening.
    “I’m free right now or tonight.”
    “Seven tonight at my place.” I saw the shimmer in his eyes that he knew he was going to win this challenge.
    “And I cannot touch you below the waist with my hands or body, right?”
    “Correct.” I ignored the weakness I felt the longer he stared at me.
    “Will you be naked?” He slowly licked his lips.
    “I’ll wear something sexy. Deal?”
    “Perfect.” He kissed my cheek. “See you in a few hours.”
     

     
    I rushed home and jumped into the shower. I very carefully shaved my entire body, even though I’d had a wax a couple weeks ago. I wanted to make sure everything was still smooth.
    Yes, I was being a bit over zealous about this, but in my defense, I hadn’t sex in a while and was extremely horny. On top of that, I wanted Keaton. In truth, I’ve never been with a guy with this big of an age difference, but I was going to enjoy every moment of it.
    As I lotioned my skin, I began to wonder if Keaton and I could just be casual sex partners. I haven’t done it in so many years, but it it’s not like the rules had changed or anything.
    I fixed my hair and lightly put on makeup. I had my lacey red thong set on, a pair of jeans, and an off the shoulder sweater. I finished up just as the knocks came at my door.
    Keaton stood on the other side of the door with a bottle of wine, wearing baggy jeans and blue polo, covered with a black leather jacket.
    “Hello, honey-bunny.”
    “Hello, puppy,” I opened the door wider, inviting him in.
    He handed me the wine, and after I shut the door, I went straight to the kitchen.
    “I’m not sure if you want to open this now or later.” Keaton shrugged out of his jacket.
    “We can do both,” I offered, pulling two glasses from the cabinet. I opened the bottle, pouring a small amount into each glass.
    Keaton downed his like a shot of Crown Royal and stared me down as he put his wine glass on the counter.
    “I’m guessing you aren’t going to wait for me to finish mine.”
    “Not really.” He took the wine from my hand. He cupped his hands around my face. “Oh, I’ve wanted to do this since the first night I met you.”
    Before I could answer, his lips were on mine firmly, but not harshly. He swept his tongue into my mouth, the sweetness of the wine on it.
    “I want to carry you to the bedroom, but I can’t touch you below the waist.” He nipped on my earlobe, and I moaned.
    “I’ll make an exception for that.” I kissed him.
    Keaton easily picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. I felt something in his back pocket, assuming it was his wallet. I went back to kissing him. I didn’t think he would make it upstairs with me, but he did effortlessly.
    “Down the hall to the left.” I broke from his lips to give him directions.
    When he made it to my room, I released my legs and slid down his body. I felt his hard dick, and I became wetter from the short contact. I retreated from his grasp and pulled my sweater over my head.
    “Damn, I knew you were fucking hot.” Keaton licked his lips and reached for me, but I moved away.
    “Easy, puppy.” I popped the button of my jeans and swayed my hips side-to-side letting them fall to the ground.
    “I’m going to blow just by looking at you.” Keaton gazed up and down my body.
    “You’re young. I bet you can bounce back real fast.” I bit down my bottom lip.
    “Yes, I can.” He tugged me to his body and led us over to my bed and laid me down.
    “Stay above the waist,” I reminded him.
    “Just can’t touch you with myself, right?” He nuzzled my neck.
    “Correct.” I tilted to give him more access.
    “Perfect.” He lightly bit my collarbone, and I giggled from the