She sighed and her shoulders drooped. “I thought I was being seductive, but I can see I’ve done a horrible job. I’m sorry. I must have gotten the wrong idea.”

“Oh, no. Don’t for a second doubt yourself. You sure as shit are seductive.” I proved this by sliding my hand around and cupping her ass. The one cheek didn’t fit in my palm and it was lush, squeezable and definitely spankable.

“Then why did you question me? I mean, most guys would be balls deep by now.”

If she only knew. I was separated from most guys by the slimmest of margins.

“I’m not fucking you if you might have any kinds of second thoughts in the morning because of too much wine.”

“You own a bar,” she countered.

I couldn’t help it. I grabbed her other ass cheek with my free hand. Oh yeah. Perfection. Soft skin, slick satin.

“Yes.”

“Then you can probably tell if someone’s too drunk to think clearly. I’m not saying I should be driving a car, but I’m not that impaired.”

“True.”

“And what gives you the right to question my mind about what I want? If I want you, if I want to ride your dick like a cowgirl at a rodeo, then you should have a say about your consent, not mine.”

Shit. She had a point. I was just like her family, questioning her mind. She wasn’t stupid. And she wasn’t drunk. That I could tell. If she had a buzz going, and her dress on the floor had definitely given her some liquid courage, that was okay.

It was me who was stalling. I wanted Astrid. Too much. My dick was wondering why it wasn’t balls deep like she’d mentioned. But my head was involved. Obviously, since we were talking and not fucking.

That meant I cared a little too much. If she was just a random woman from the bar who I fucked in my office, then I wouldn’t have thought twice.

This was Astrid. In emerald satin.

Not only was I going to get fucked, but I was truly fucked as well, because this fake boyfriend shit was not going as planned. But my dick was waiting. And so was Astrid.

“You’re right,” I admitted. “You want to ride my dick like a cowgirl at a rodeo?”

She had the boots on to prove it.

She blushed, bit her lip and nodded.

“Then you will. Got any other fantasies?”

She pushed her glasses up. “I think one’s all I’m brave enough to share tonight.”

My fingers curled into the top of her panties and slowly slid them down her hips. I held her eyes as I spoke. “I’ve got a few. But ladies first.”

Her hands stopped mine. “My fantasy has you naked.”