Trying to lighten her mood, he raised his hands and studied them.
That got her attention. “What are you doing?”
George lifted one shoulder. “I’m looking to see if I’ve got any visible burns so I can prove to you how wrong you are.”
“Burns?”
“You are hot, lady. Believe me, I know. So hot, in fact, I would’ve sworn my fingertips were singed from touching you.”
It was so ridiculous, but so sweet, Becky couldn’t help but smile. George blew on his fingers and she laughed out loud. He was an incredible man.
“That’s better,” he told her, and he snagged another cookie.
Becky looked at him sitting across the table from her—a place she’d never, ever expected to see George sitting. Because it was getting to be late in the day, he had a dark beard shadow. She’d felt it when he kissed her, knew she had a few slight burns on her throat, her cheeks. Amazing. She’d never had whisker burn before. In many ways, it felt as though she’d been initiated.
George caught her staring and grinned. “What?”
Her smile lingered. “I was just…wondering about you.”
He leaned back in his seat, a cookie in his hand. “Yeah? Like what?”
Becky shrugged. “I don’t want to pry.”
“No, it’s okay. We might as well use this time to get to know each other better, right?”
She loved that idea, but having a personal relationship with a man was new to her. Having a relationship with George defied all her expectations. “You’re sure?”
“Well hell, you’re making me curious with all this hesitation. What are you going to ask me anyway? My social security number? How much money I make?”
“Of course not.” She was insulted that he’d suggest such a thing. “I don’t care about that.”
His eyes narrowed a bit, making his dark gaze sharper. “Some women do, you know. What a man makes ranks right up there with the size of his cock.”
Becky sputtered on the drink of coffee she’d just swallowed. He kept taking her by surprise with the things he said, his unregulated speech.
“You okay, honey?” He made to stand and Becky waved him back into his seat. If he touched her now, she was liable to attack him and then everything would be ruined. Twice now, she’d lost her head with him, in the parking lot, in her own kitchen. He was under the ridiculous assumption she was beautiful, and she didn’t particularly want to dissuade him of that notion. If any of this was to go right, it had to be as she’d planned, with the bondage.
And with the blindfold.
George stared at her, must have decided she wouldn’t choke to death, and shrugged. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to shock you.”
Becky didn’t believe that for a second. It seemed to her that he took maniacal delight in shocking her. Besides, she’d already heard plenty about his dimensions. Women would whisper about him, pretend to swoon, and get all flushed.
Becky had always found it all rather silly.
And intriguing.
She cleared her throat. “Let me reassure you, I don’t care…about what you make.”
His grin was slow and suggestive, wicked. “But you do care about the size of my cock, huh?”
Deciding to face him down, to give him a little of his own, she lifted her chin and nodded. “The thought has occurred to me a few times. Especially since you’re supposed to be…impressive.”
“Yeah?” He took a bite of the last remaining cookie, for all appearances unconcerned with the idea that his private male parts had been discussed around the break room. “When have you thought about it?”
Good grief, he wanted details? Becky sought words that would explain, but wouldn’t be too graphic. “Like when you were…you know, against me.”
“Mmm.” He gave her a sage nod. “Go on.”
“And with all the…well, the talk.” She shrugged. “I suppose it was natural for me to be curious about it, don’t you think?”
He stared at her for a moment, then burst out laughing. He grabbed his coffee to wash down the cookie, and nodded. His eyes were still twinkling and his words were broken with chuckles. “I hate to break it to you, Becky, but truth is, I’m really quite average.”
That stunned her. “No way. I felt you.” Her brows puckered. “Surely that’s not…not average.”
His laughter dwindled, then died. Suspicion made him frown. “Becky, exactly how much experience do you have?”
She wasn’t about to admit her experience was zilch. Nada. That other than the video he’d shown her earlier, she’d never seen a naked man.
“That’s a personal question,” she replied, trying to sound prim rather than evasive.
George barked a disbelieving laugh. “And the size of my dick isn’t?”
That stumped her. “Well you’re the one who told me to ask my questions.”
“But it doesn’t go both ways, huh? I’m to bare my soul and my manly measurements, but you get to keep private?”
She felt guilty, darn it. “On some things.” As if to appease him, she said, “I’ll tell you my bra size.”
He looked at her breasts. “I’d say a thirty-six C. Right?”
Darn. That was right on the money—the man knew women much too well. She frowned, but didn’t reply.
“We’ll never get to know each other better unless we share, now will we?”
He had a point. “I suppose not.” Then, “Do you want to…you know, get that familiar? I mean, you don’t just want to do…what we planned to do…tomorrow night?”
That idea seemed to ignite his temper. “One night? Oh no, Becky, you can forget that right now. It’ll take a damn month at least for me to even get close to getting enough of you.”
“Oh.” A whole month of having sex with George? The idea made her giddy. But would he continue to let her restrain him that long?
George’s scowl grew darker. “Okay, this is how it’s going to be. An even exchange. You can ask me a question, but for every one you ask, you have to answer one. Deal?”
She blanched at that suggestion. “I refuse to discuss past lovers.” She couldn’t discuss something that didn’t exist. If he found out he was a guinea pig of sorts, he might lose interest or back out.
His eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Fair enough. That question is taboo—for both of us.”
Well, darn. Becky sat back in a huff. There were at least three women at work who claimed to have been intimate with him. She wanted to know if there were others, if half the women there had carnal knowledge of him, and what exactly he’d done with them. The curiosity was killing her. But now she’d seem really petty if she pushed the issue. “All right,” she muttered. “It’s a deal.”
He sat back with a satisfied nod. “Good.”
Becky waited. And waited some more. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“How big is your…you know.”
Being a complete cad, George asked with false confusion, “My what?”
Exasperated, Becky pointed.
“My waist? Thirty-four.”
“No, not your waist.”
His gaze was intent, taunting. Sexy. “Say it, Becky.”
“Why?”
His voice changed, went husky. “Because I love it when a woman talks dirty.”
Huh. She’d gotten that bit of information for free. Would she have the courage to talk dirty to him tomorrow? What kind of language qualified as dirty? With what he considered appropriate table conversation, it’d have to be pretty explicit to be dirty to him. She’d have to think about it. Or maybe ask Erica.
No, she couldn’t do that. He and Erica seemed to get along a little too well to suit her.
She drew a steadying breath. “How big is your…penis?”
That slow grin reappeared. “Penis?” He laughed. “What a spoilsport you are. My cock is about seven and a half inches. Erect. And that’s length by the way, not circumference.”
“I know that!”
He laughe
d and finished off the last cookie.
Becky tried to picture a seven-and-a-half-inch penis—which was much smaller than the rubber penises she’d seen on the wall at the porn shop. But since she’d never seen a real one up close and personal, she decided she’d have to get a ruler out later to get a good visual. “Thank you. And you say that’s average?”
“Close enough.”
“Then why do they make the fake ones so big?”
George rubbed his face, and Becky suspected he was laughing. “I’ll explain that to you after.”
“After?”
He dropped his hands. Nope, there was no sign of amusement in his expression. “After we’ve had sex.”
“Oh.” That shut her up. She couldn’t think of another single thing to say.
George leaned forward and propped his elbows on the table. “My turn.”
Becky braced herself.
“Have you ever thought about having sex with me? I mean, before now. Anytime over the last two years?”
Oh, unfair! How did he come up with such a question? The last thing she wanted to do was admit that she’d fantasized over him a lot.
She frowned, and he just waited. She had agreed, so she met his gaze and nodded.
“Yeah?” His eyes turned hot with her confession, and he leaned closer still. “How often.”
“That’s another question.”
“So I’m one ahead. Answer it.”
Deciding a good offense was her best defense, Becky stood to pace. “You’re an incredibly attractive man, George.”
“Thanks. How often, Becky?”
She glanced at him, but saw no irony in his watchful gaze. She continued her pacing. “You’re also very nicely built.”
“Is that right?”
Becky bobbed her head. “Sure. You’re tall and lean and muscular.” She peeked at him. “Women like that.”
“Like men like great asses and big breasts?”
Every feminine bone in her body was offended by such a cavalier, sexist comment. But once again, he’d gotten her. She’d started this stupid conversation, after all. Eyeing him, she muttered, “I suppose.”
“Go on.”
“You also have an astounding reputation.”
To her surprise, George shook his head. “Women and their damn gossip. Believe me, I’ve heard some of it, and only half of it is true.”
“Really? Which half?”
George settled back with an aggrieved sigh. “Is that your question? Because I have to tell you, it seems like a roundabout way of questioning me on that taboo topic we agreed to avoid.”
Flustered because he was right, Becky busied herself with refilling his coffee cup. When she started to move away, he caught her wrist. “Besides, Becky, you still haven’t answered my question.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” He took the coffeepot from her, set it on the table, and tugged her into his lap. With his arm locked around her, she knew she couldn’t escape, so she just held herself erect. “Now, let’s talk about these fantasies of yours. Particularly how often I played a part in them.”
With the back of his finger, he teased her cheek, the side of her neck. Becky gulped. “All right.” She glanced at him, then away. “If I have to be truthful, then I’ve thought about you often.”
That teasing finger went still. “How often?”
Every day. “Often enough. I’m glad you were there today, and that we seem to have a similar interest.”
His hand dropped to her waist. He squeezed, caressed. “In bondage?”
“Yes.” Becky felt him shift and came to a startling realization—he still had an erection. And he felt bigger than seven and a half inches to her.
Eyes agog, she said, “You’re still hard.”
He looked pained. “Yeah. Believe me, I know. And as long as you’re talking about bondage, or sitting in my lap, or…hell, just breathing, I’m probably going to stay hard.”
Fascinating. “Will you stay like that for long?”
His mouth curled with suggestion. “As long as I need to.”
“Oh.” She shivered at that dark promise. “Oh no, I meant tonight, after you leave here.” And then a horrible, awful thought occurred to her and she frowned at him, outraged. “You’re not going to be with another woman tonight, are you?”
George pulled her down for a ravenous kiss. When he lifted his head, his voice was raspy and deep. “I want you, Becky, not anyone else. Until we’re through with each other, we’ll both keep it exclusive, agreed?”
Relief washed over her. “Yes.”
He dropped his head to her chest. “Thank God. Now, I have to go because if I don’t I’m going to lose control.” He lifted his face to smile at her. Becky, taking the hint, scrambled off his lap and stood in front of him. He came to his feet as well.
He cupped her head between his big hands and kissed her nose, her chin. Against her lips, he asked, “Will you think about me again tonight, babe? About what we’ll do?”
“Yes.” She’d think and dream and fantasize and plan.
George stepped away. “Until tomorrow, then.”
It was raining when he left, a cold miserable rain, but inside her lonely apartment, Becky burned. She went to the couch, picked up the handcuffs, and began figuring out how she’d get them on him.
At least she had a four-poster bed, just like in the video. She was certain that was going to be a big help.
Chapter Four
George waited outside the women’s rest room for Becky to emerge. He’d been so damn busy all day in meetings he’d scarcely seen her at all. But this was her last break of the day, and they’d both be getting off work in two hours.
He was so keyed up, so tense and impatient, he’d had to fight to concentrate on his work instead of on sexual thoughts. But always there in the back of his mind was the tempting picture of Becky submitting to his will, bound for his pleasure—and hers.
George locked his knees and concentrated on not getting hard. Damn, he couldn’t wait to explore her body, to sate himself on her. He felt like a kid again, ready to get laid for the first time.
But it was more than that, too. He’d really enjoyed himself yesterday; chatting with her was always a pleasure because Becky was so unique, so different from most of the women he knew. But getting to know her more intimately, getting a few clues to her secrets, had been exciting in a way he hadn’t expected.
The door swung open and Becky, Asia, and Erica walked out. Becky was carrying a wooden ruler, of all things, and Erica was laughing, Asia shaking her head. Becky fell silent when she saw him, and she nearly tripped over her own feet. Not so with Erica.
She moseyed right up to him, patted his chest, and said, “You stud, you! I’m so impressed.”
George had no idea what had brought that on, but obviously whatever professionalism had existed between them on the job was now gone. He pushed away from the wall and grinned. “That’s Supervisor Stud to you, Ms. Lee.”
In the next instant, Becky swept past them, nearly knocking him down in her haste. Erica leaned forward and said, “Now you did it.”
“What did I do?” He watched Becky’s fast retreat.
Asia scowled at both of them. “You know she’s shy. You should quit baiting her by flirting.”
Erica shrugged. “If I wasn’t flirting, what would I do?”
George saluted them both and took off after Becky. He caught her at the soda machine. She’d just popped the top on a Coke when he rounded the corner. She didn’t know he was watching and she tipped up the can and guzzled it all in nearly one long gulp. Afterward she fell back against the machine, put the back of her hand to her mouth, and burped.
George laughed. He had a feeling the way she’d guzzled that Coke was her rendition of tying one on. “Have I driven you to drink already?”
Becky slanted him a narrow-eyed look. “What do you want?”
“You.”
Her mouth opened, then closed. Her eyes glittered in her
pique. “Oh. And here I thought you might want Erica instead.”
He’d never heard that particular nasty tone from Becky before. It was all he could do to hold back his grin. “No way. Erica scares me.” He inched closer.
“Yeah, I can see you shaking.”
“I’m a man. Men don’t shake no matter how terrified we are.”
Becky rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, Erica might be scary, but she’s also plenty knowledgeable about men.” She smacked him in the chest with the wooden ruler. “She said seven and a half inches is not average. You lied to me.”
George rocked back on his heels, and to his chagrin, he felt himself going hot. Jesus, he hadn’t blushed since he’d been a green teenager. “You told her what I said?”
“Well yeah. I mean, look at that!” She held up the ruler, marked by her thumb at exactly seven and a half inches. “I was…worried.”
George looked around, and thankfully, the hall was empty. “Worried about what, damn it?”
“Fit.”
“Fit?”
Looking equally embarrassed and mulish, Becky said, “I don’t think you’ll fit.”
George no longer cared if anyone was around. He caught her shoulders and backed her into the machine. Against her mouth, he said, “I’ll fit, Becky, believe me. I’ll make sure you’re nice and wet first, so no matter how snug it is, it’ll feel great for both of us.” He kissed her open mouth before she could say anything. “Two more hours, Becky. Two hours that’ll feel like a week. Don’t back out on me now.”
Her eyes glazed over. He loved how quickly she reacted to him. Taking advantage of that, George cupped her breast, teased her nipple. It stiffened against his thumb. “Tell me you want me there, Becky. Tell me you haven’t changed your mind.”
“I want you there.” The words were whispered and then she was kissing him, holding him tight, accidentally prodding him in the back with the stupid ruler still held in her fist.
Luckily George wasn’t so far gone that he’d totally lost track of their surroundings. He stepped away from her just as two other employees started around the corner. He caught Becky’s hand and dragged her along in his wake. “Six o’clock, Becky. Be ready for me.”
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