A bark of laughter. “I don’t need excuses not to touch you. God, look at you. In a T-shirt and jeans, looking more sexy and elegant than anyone else in the room.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

She has a mouth on her, that’s for sure. I do enjoy her submission, but if she were only ever meek, it would not be enough. I like when she challenges me.

I take her small, delicate hand and put it on my throbbing cock. There are layers of cloth between her skin and mine, but pleasure still pulses through me. “This proof enough?”

She starts to slide off my lap, but I stop her. “Nope.”

An adorable pout. “I thought you liked it.”

“No, sweetheart. I fucking loved it, but we’re not doing that tonight.”

She bites her lip and strokes her hand along my cock. It may have been her first blowjob, but she learned fast. “I liked what we did before.”

“That was number three. We’re moving on to number four tonight.”

Her dark eyes hold the depth of the ocean. “What’s number four?”

“Get over there to the couch.”

She picks herself up off me and walks to the couch.

Then she sits there looking prim and a little nervous. This is what she would have looked like if she were local to me and had come over for an interview. This is how she looked in the video interview from the agency. I would like to say I didn’t imagine her sucking my dick while watching her talk about getting straight As, but that would be a lie.

I didn’t think it would actually happen, though.

“Take off your shirt.”

She pulls it over her head. None of the hesitation from last time. Maybe she’s getting comfortable with me. Or maybe she’s just drunk. I should put her to bed without touching her, but instead I’m going to make her feel good.

“Now your jeans.”

They fall to the floor. She stands there in her bra and panties, firelight licking at her bronze skin. I want to worship her. I want to ride her. She wakes every instinct in my body.

“Do you want this, Jane?”

A guileless gaze. “When I’m with you, I forget everything else.”

I laugh a little at myself, only internally. For wanting a different answer. For wanting something with me, Beau Rochester, son of a lobsterman, entrepreneur, playboy, and now uncle. Instead she wants release, and doesn’t she fucking deserve it? “Sit down and spread your legs.”

She does. It’s a little awkward, but that makes it sweeter.