“Do you fuck men who have deals that need closing?”

He tugged the tails of his shirt from his jeans. “I like being the only one with a beard in a relationship.”

He didn’t seem bothered by my probing questions, which pissed me off. Why was he so… relaxed all the time?

“What are you doing?” I asked. While I was enjoying the show of him stripping out of his shirt—and the broad expanse of chest and six-pack abs—I didn’t know why he was taking his clothes off.

“Getting ready for bed.”

My mouth fell open as he tossed the shirt onto my chair beside his hat. I hadn’t wanted him in this space, having this room filled with memories of him.

“Here?”

“Here.”

“I don’t want you in my bedroom.”

“You told me that before. Too intimate?”

I blinked as he undid his belt buckle.

“Y-yes.”

He dropped his hands, the belt laying open at his waist. God, he was gorgeous. The dark hair, olive skin, the dense muscles. His calm demeanor drove me bonkers. Why didn’t he get riled? Throw things? Shout? That I could handle. But that strong jaw and beard, the way he skillfully used his fingers were things I didn’t know how to deal with.

He frazzled my brain cells.

“What we did in that tiny room downstairs wasn’t intimate?”

It had been. Shit, he was right.

“Take off your clothes, princess.”

He got back to work on his. I couldn’t do anything but watch because… wow.

Soon he was naked before me. N.A.K.E.D.

Every encounter we’d had so far he hadn’t taken off his clothes. Only his pants had been opened earlier. Nothing more and I hadn’t even gotten a glimpse. Now he stood before me as an amazing specimen of man. Perfectly proportioned, better than David, and dappled in dark hair. And that dick. My pussy clenched. That had been in me?

It was long and thick, perfectly formed. It bobbed, angled up and toward me. I could see pre-cum beading at the tip of the flared crown. I hadn’t watched a lot of porn, but he had a fallback career with that thing.

“Don’t make me say it again,” he said, cutting through my staring, and drooling.

My nipples beaded beneath my t-shirt so I crossed my arms.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I snapped.

“Keep talking to me in that tone and we’ll see what else you can do with that mouth,” he countered.

My mouth fell open and I snapped it shut. I couldn't believe we were having this conversation with him bare assed. Of course he wasn’t the least bit modest standing in the middle of my bedroom.

I laughed to hide how his words turned me on. I glanced down at his dick, imagining it stretching my mouth wide as he’d insinuated.