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  "Let's go, good girl." I get a pinch on my ass and turn to swing, but he dodges it.

  "I'm not a fucking good girl, stop calling me that!" I hiss as we stand and wait for the elevator. "We'll have more room in the penthouse anyway. And a better view."

  When we step on the elevator with a few other people, Grant casually says, "I know you're not a good girl. You're a dirty little sl—" Affton's hand slaps over his mouth and the few people in the elevator turn to look at us.

  "God, you're such an asshole." I let out a stressed chuckle. A hot asshole, but an asshole nonetheless. I manage to ignore the look he's giving me the rest of the elevator ride and when we step into the foyer of the penthouse I feel freedom nipping at me.

  Affton swipes the card to let us into the room and the minute the doors swing open I stop worrying about the money this room costs. This isn't a room. This is an entire fucking floor of the hotel.

  "Holy shit!" I laugh, heading toward the ceiling to floor windows and looking down. "Look at the city!"

  A few minutes later Grant's at my side, looking out at the view and whistles. "Beautiful," he says like he's actually human and not a huge asshole.

  I look over at him shocked by his genuine comment, but get an even bigger shock. He's butt naked.

  "Where the fuck are your clothes?" I bark out, trying not to laugh. And really trying not to stare. I look around the space and don't see Affton or Tommy anywhere. I thought having this one space together would keep me safe from these advances of Grant's. Do you know how hard it is to turn this man down? Especially when he's...like this?! "Grant!" God, that body. Who the hell has a body like that? "Do you ever eat any cheeseburgers?" I try to pinch fat at his sides but there's nothing. "Who are you? What...the fuck is this?" I scrunch my nose again, trying to find an ounce of fat on this guy's body but he's all lean muscle.

  "It all goes to the cock, baby. Give that a squeeze, see what you come up with." He turns to me, his erection pointing right at me.

  "Do you ever not have an erection? Is there a medical problem I should know about?" God, that dick though. The need between my legs is horrible right now as I resist ripping my clothes off and giving in. Fuck, this is hard.

  "Yeah, it's called I like hot chicks. Stop being hot. I'll stop being hard." He starts to stroke himself as he walks away. "I got naked to shower, Carter Dawn, not to fuck, you dirty girl. Get your mind out of the gutter. Right after I wash away the ball sweat a five hour flight causes, we can get to the fucking." He looks back at me like he's actually waiting for me to agree.

  "I've got a pretty bad case of humidititties goin' on right now, Grant Matthews." I pull out the best southern accent I can, trying to match the very pronounced twang I hear every damn time he says my name. "No one wants to deal with that shit. Take a shower. I won't be here when you get out, anyway."

  "That's sad for you and him." He looks down at his dick he's still stroking. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

  I watch his naked ass head for the bathroom, not even trying to pull my eyes from it.

  I wasn't lying when I said I wouldn't be here, though. Work started the minute the plane landed on the tarmac. My phone turned on and the e-mails and appointment reminders started coming through. We landed a little before dinner and it's midnight before Affton and I are walking back into the hotel.

  "I'm done." I huff, sliding off my heels on the elevator ride up to the penthouse.

  "One down, four to go." She smiles. "I'd lose my damn mind if I didn't have you. I can't wait for a hot bath with my cowboy." She rubs her temples.

  "You enjoy that. I can't wait for sleep. So much sleep." Absolutely not spending time with the other cowboy in the house. He's probably not even there. He's probably dipping that dick into as many New Yorkers as he can get tonight. I roll my eyes as the doors ding open and we head for the living area of the suite.

  Grant and Tommy are aggressively playing a video game and I didn't expect to walk in on them being so normal. I figured if he were here, there'd be about sixty strippers with him.

  "Hey, there's food. It's still hot," Grant calls to us before ramming his shoulder into Tommy as they focus on the TV.

  I let out a moan, pissed that the mention of food brought me to the kitchen and not my bed like I wanted.

  "God, it's Italian!" I grab a breadstick and shove it in my mouth, moaning as the garlic butter hits my tongue. "Oh my god," I say with a mouth full of food. "Tommy, you're a saint!" I yell into the living room.

  "I know!" he hollers back, laughing.

  "I'm taking this to the tub." Affton grabs her plate and laughs all the way to her room. "Tommy," she says his name and in an instant he abandons the controller.

  I laugh and go back to eating my food until there are hands on my shoulders, rubbing out the tension.

  "That's my dinner," Grant says.

  "Oh," I moan. "Great. Thanks. Just please don't stop."

  His fingers on me are making my brain short circuit. I roll my head to the side and let out a moan when he digs them in a bit deeper.

  "Tommy's the saint but you're eating the food I saved for you. You're a considerate woman." His fingers travel down my spine, massaging like he's paid to do it.

  I don't want him to stop, but I feel like I might have hurt that one tiny feeling he has in that fit body of his so I sigh heavy and spin.

  "Grant Matthews, you are," I say, resting my hands on his shoulders. "So fucking awesome. Thank you for saving me food." I tap his nose and bat my eyes at him. "That's twice in one day you've fed me. I think you might not hate me as much as you let on."

  "Just building up all the blow jobs you'll owe me for being kind. Two you say? Noted." He walks back to the couch and picks up a controller.

  I stand here and watch him go on with the game while the other player continuously dies because he never swapped it to one player when Tommy left. It's driving me insane!

  "Move," I blurt, walking over and grabbing the controller. He glances up at me before his eyes go back to the TV but he doesn't move. "You're failing this fucking game, so either move over and let me help you, or put it on one player. This," I say, waving to the TV, "is making me twitch.

  "So uptight, Carter Dawn." He scoots over on the couch then nods expectantly.

  I hold back a grin, biting down on my bottom lip, and curl my legs underneath me as I sit down.

  "I'll show you uptight," I mumble, restarting my character and taking off. My brothers and I used to play this game all the time. I haven't picked up a controller in a couple years but it all comes back pretty quick.

  It doesn't take long before he dies and he huffs. "I'm pretty sure you cheated," he complains but I ignore him and keep going. "Cheating ass," he mumbles, pulling my feet out from under me.

  When his thumbs press into my foot I try to suppress another moan but he knows exactly where to push. Not just 'oh thanks my feet are sore' maneuvers. This foot rub is sending jolts straight to my core and I'm fairly certain I'm going to find these panties soaked from this. Fucker.

  "I need to go to bed," I finally whisper, trying to pull my legs off his lap. This is too close. And he's gone a long ass time without being a dick to me so I'm sure it's just a matter of time.

  "Yeah, it's pretty late. What the hell do you guys do all day? Is it fast paced at least? The time fly by?"

  I scrunch my brows, not sure what the trap is, but casual conversation with him has to be a set up.

  "Meetings. A pre-fashion show. Another meeting. Then an interview with an online blog." I sigh, because his hands haven't stopped but now I'm really worried this is a set up because he's actually watching me like he cares about the words that are coming out of my mouth. "Tomorrow is more meetings and a couple more pre-fashion shows then the next day is the TV spot that Jonathan set up for her. Busy, busy, busy."

  "Are you behind the scenes for it all or do you get to be right up front with Affton? I've seen that woman work." He shakes his head and leans back, getti
ng comfortable but never releasing my foot. "She's fucking nonstop and people are always in her face. That happen to you too?"

  "A lot more when I was modeling for her. Now I'm solely behind the scenes but it's just as crazy. The scheduling gets insane, but she doesn't have to worry about it with me here so at least it takes that stress off her." I close my eyes, resting my head on the back of the couch. "I wasn't sure if I'd like a job like this, but she's pretty amazing to watch as she works her magic."

  "How'd you even get this job? I've never met you. I'd remember if I had and I've been working for her for the past year."

  "I was at Trenton with her," I say the word like it's the plague now. That place went under fast once Corey died. "After she left and he died, no one else there saw a use in a plus sized model being on the payroll. So I went back to work a receptionist job near my dad's house until Affton called a couple months ago and begged me to work for her. For Cultured Relief." I shrug. "I couldn't exactly pass it up. The pay's pretty amazing."

  "Yeah, she takes care of her employees. Why don't you model anymore?" His hands move to my calves.

  I slowly open my eyes and when they hit his gaze my body trembles. How can he be so intense all the damn time?

  "I...don't really know." My eyebrows push together. "Honestly I didn't want it before Affton, and I'm not sure if you knew this or not but I'm not as body positive as she is. It takes a lot to be a model today, and even more to be a plus size model. And I like cheeseburgers way too much." I grin, shrugging it off.

  Leaving modeling never bothered me because I knew I'd never get another in with her out of the industry and even now that she's back at Cultured Relief the thought hasn't even crossed my mind. I'm happy.

  "I thought you were a model when I met you at the party. Didn't realize you were Affton's assistant until you said something. You can eat all the cheeseburgers you want, you're still hot enough to be a model."

  "Is this where you tell me you poisoned my dinner?" I can't keep my lips from lifting into a smirk. I don't want to be a bitch to him, but the cattiness just happens so naturally with him it's hard to stop when it flows out. "What happened to the Grant Matthews I know in the seven-ish hours I was gone?"

  "Still the same Matthews," he says and starts crawling up my body. There he is. This is when I should push him off. Just shove him to the floor and run. But I don't, because his frame on top of me is way too much to take in right now. "And it was a compliment. Accept it, like it, and let me fuck you." His mouth goes for mine and while my brain's screaming at me to shove him to the floor, other parts of my body are begging me to let him in. Literally and figuratively.

  Our mouths crash together and I don't fight it when he swipes his tongue over my lips. God, he smells good. And feels fucking amazing as I run my hands up his shirt and feel every damn muscle in his torso. It's been so long since I've had a guy in my bed that I'm holding on by a fucking thread here. This isn't fair!

  "You want to be a dirty fucking girl, Carter Dawn?"

  Yes. Yes I damn well do.

  His hand starts sliding down my body. "You want to sit on my face before you ride my cock and I leave you dripping come?"

  Fuck me, why is it so hot when he talks like that? I squeeze my eyes closed, forcing a small shake of my head. I want it, and I want it bad. But I don't. At least I feel like I shouldn't.

  "Fuck," I breathe as his hand dips between my legs and pushes against me over top of my underwear. "Nope," I whisper. "I don't," I manage, but even my body is betraying me as I buck into his palm.

  "Then why are you trying to fuck my hand, dirty girl?" He licks over my mouth and I open for him, our tongues dancing and sliding together as his palm cups and pushes against me. "I don't know why you're fighting me getting inside of you. You afraid of something?"

  Oh man that's a loaded question. Afraid? Yes. Of becoming addicted to the only man that's made me want to set his skin on fire with a match. And not to mention the fact that that same man is also currently fucking my best friend/boss and her husband. Fuck, this is fucked up.

  And hot as hell.

  "Only thing I'm afraid of is you becoming attached," I blurt, hissing out a yes when he pushes my underwear aside and strokes me. "Can't have that," I pant.

  "Don't worry. You're not bad enough for me, Carter Dawn, but I want to make you dirty. You look like you'd enjoy begging me to fuck your pussy while you're tied to a bed, wet enough you soak the sheets. You look like you'd be the type to cry when my cock fills you and by the time I'm filling you with come you'd be crying for me not to stop. I'd keep fucking you then let you suck yours and my come off my big, hard dick. I'd fulfill every dirty fantasy you never knew you had."

  I moan, his words making me push against his hand again. He lets out a victory chuckle, so full of his ego it pisses me off that I give my head a brief shake and internally apologize to my lady bits for what I'm about to do.

  "I don't beg." I say then clear my throat and grit my teeth while I push his hand out from between my legs. Everything in my body is screaming at me right now, so unbelievably pissed that I'm about to shove him off of me but I have to get off this couch before I let it go too far. I'm not worried at all that he'll get attached. I'm worried that I will. "It's bedtime, Grant Matthews." I put my hand on his chest and push.

  "I can make you come in under three minutes if you just give me the chance." He sits up and his hands go behind his head. He watches me smugly while I untwist my panties.

  "I'm not sure that's something you should be bragging about." I sit up and pat him on the cheek. "But that was fun." Pull yourself off the couch, Carter. Walk away from the overly sexualized bad boy that's looking at you like you're his next meal. "Night, Matthews."

  He bites his lip a minute, watching me in a way that has me frozen in place.

  "Night, good girl." He stands and pushes his lips to mine.

  I expect a hot kiss that won't let me walk away but I get a soft one that leaves me more confused than I was walking into this room earlier. He's gone just like that, too. Like nothing ever fucking happened.

  I watch his room door close before throwing a silent fit that I won't let myself go for him, and I'm not even sure why I'm holding off anymore. It's all on principal at this point. He's a dick. I just need to keep reminding myself that he's a dick.

  And, he also has a nice dick.

  God, I'm fucked.

  I'm used to wasting time while Affton works. I make my own fun and I sometimes enjoy the sightseeing. Tommy's been a little lost with Affton being so busy, which means I've been keeping him entertained the past few days.

  Finally the girls are free to spend a little time with us but Affton and Tommy go do lame couple bullshit while I hang back in the suite with nothing to do. I actually want to get home. I need some tattoo therapy or something. I'm feeling antsy.

  Sprawled on the couch I hear a noise behind me and jump up, completely forgetting Carter was here.

  "Shit, you scared me," I mutter following her to the kitchen. "You didn't want to be a third wheel?"

  "I'm not a third wheel type of girl." She rolls her eyes and grabs a water bottle from the fridge. "Plus I'm exhausted. I don't know how Affton's out and about right now. I feel like I could sleep for days after this past week's adventures. Why aren't you out living the bachelor New York lifestyle? Parties and shit?"

  "Shit gets old." I rub my neck and move around her. "Sometimes I like to just chill. Besides that, we're all going out tonight. Need to gather stamina."

  I'll crack her one of these days and she'll let me inside her. Until she does, the idea won't get out of my head. I don't understand why I can finger her, but the second the idea of my dick in her is brought up, she's running away. Uptight chick.

  "You're old." She laughs, walking out of the kitchen. "Go rest, old man. I'm going to catch up on some sleep." I stare at her ass in those leggings as she walks away.

  "Want a trick to get some nice, deep sleep?" I follow her to her room.


  "Does it involve your penis in my vagina?" She spins and grins at me. "If so, I think I'm okay."

  Shit...yeah, it did. "No, dirty girl," I snicker at her. "It involves..." I glance around; I had nothing but a nice deep dicking. "Lunch. You want to get a good meal? I know the best place in the city for cheeseburgers." I smile, knowing she loves cheeseburgers.

  Her eyes narrow and her arms cross under her tits. Such nice tits.

  "What's the catch? You're luring me in for cheeseburgers, but what's the catch?" There's no trust in this girl.

  "Shit, Carter Dawn. Get the stick out of your ass, baby. It's just a cheeseburger. Not all my meals are from a tap." I rub my stomach. "A man's gotta eat something solid once in a while." Heading out of her room, I call back to her, "If you're gonna be so uptight, maybe you should just stick 'round here and catch up on that beauty sleep."

  Just as I'm finishing my sentence I'm hit in the back of the head by a pillow, full fucking force.

  "I'm not fucking uptight!" she shrieks. "You're so..." With balled fists, she growls a strangled noise like a cat in heat. She needs some dick. Some of my dick. I'd even do just the tip. "I'm not fucking uptight." She clenches her jaw then snatches her purse from the table. "Let's go."

  "After you." I gesture to the door she's already marching toward. "I want to hang back and make sure that stick's loosening in that tight ass." I duck when she spins back around but she doesn't hit me.

  A cold as ice glare from her could probably freeze a weaker man. Unfazed, I head for the door again, she's grumbling about shoving something in my ass so I know about sticks in the ass. I won't even lie about it. The image of this good girl getting dirty and putting something in my ass gives me a boner.

  The most conversation I get out of her is me giving directions to the restaurant and her grunting a response. She pranced that sexy ass five feet ahead of me the whole time. Hurts my feelings this Cali girl seems to be embarrassed of me, but I'll get over it once I fuck her and shove her out of my head.

  "Should we sit at separate tables?" I quietly ask her as we wait to be seated.