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  She looks up at me with a smile sweet as sin on those lips I want to fuck. "You're paying for me so that would be really weird, don't you think?"

  "Hey now. You know who my boss is. I can't be affording meals like that." I smirk then nod at the hostess. "Three please. She has a stick she needs a seat for." I point at Carter who gasps and spins on me, fury burning in her eyes.

  "I...can't." She laughs. "You're a fucking child," she hisses as we follow the hostess to our table. "And for some reason you're obsessed with the thought of something in my ass," she finishes quietly as we make it to our spot then thanks the hostess.

  "Not just your ass. You wait. I'll get you dirtier than you've ever gotten. I think one day you won't be so uptight and we'll have a good time." I hand her a menu.

  "Keep dreamin' cowboy." Without even looking at the menu, she sets it down and sighs, looking around the room. "I know what I want."

  I cock my eyebrow. "You been here before?"

  "I want a cheeseburger, Grant. How hard is it to order a cheeseburger?" The stress on her face almost makes me wish I hadn't done this. "Is it too early for beer?"

  "Never too early for beer." I set my menu on hers. "I thought for sure you'd be the type to need your meat at a certain temperature with six of the finest cheeses flown in from France with two point six ounces of some fancy ass sauce. I like a girl that wants just a cheeseburger."

  "You obviously know nothing about me." Her eyes squint at my shirt and she lets out a annoyed chuckle then reads the name embroidered on my pocket. "Sally."

  I adjust my Carhartt. It's my favorite shirt.

  "Clever girl. And you're right. I don't know anything about you except you're uptight. You got mad hate for me but mad love for my fingers. And you like me wanting you as bad as I do, which is why you try to play good girl because once you give in you're going to be my dirty little whore."

  "I'll come back," the waiter blurts. Didn't see the poor kid.

  "He agrees." I wink at her but she doesn't reply. She's sitting there, her fingers tracing the rim of her water glass, looking like she's somewhere else right now.

  I wave down the waiter, ushering him back. "Jameson. And I'll take a twenty-ounce Killian's. She's going to have the same. And we both want a cheeseburger. Hold the bullshit. Medium..." I look at her and narrow my eyes, trying to gauge how she likes her meat. Certainly not on me. "Well. And yes, we both want fries."

  "And mayo, please." She smiles sweetly at him. "On the side is fine."

  Pancho looks at me and I give him a nod before he hurries away. "So, Carter Dawn. We narrowed that down. What else you got to tell me about you?"

  "Not much else to me. You pretty much know it all." She shrugs. "What about you? You're wearing a shirt with a woman's name on it and looked like I stabbed you in the dick when I pointed it out. What gives?"

  "I didn't look like that. You got a lot to learn about me too, sweetheart. And I like the shirt. I've had it since I was kid. I look good in it." I pull at my shirt. "Sally was my mom, in case you were wondering."

  "Oh," she whispers. "That's nice. I have a shirt of my mom's too but it's never fit me." She laughs. "But you're right. It does look pretty good on you."

  "I noticed you think a lot looks good on me. And off me. So what gives with you? Why you keep playing hard to get? We've got sexual chemistry. Let me in." Inside. I strictly mean inside her body, but sometimes you gotta butter them up and give them hope for a future.

  She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. She's doing that a lot around me lately, that sassy eye roll.

  "Grant, we wouldn't be good together. And I've been strictly warned away from you and to be honest, the more I hang out with you, the more I understand that warning." Her cheeks turn pink and she bites her lip.

  "I'll tell you what." I reach across the table and take her hand, pulling it toward my lips. "You give me a chance and then make that call." Our drinks reaching the table make me release her hand and I quietly exhale.

  Affton's going to fucking murder me when I piss off her assistant. I don't know why I'm so desperate to get her in bed. Probably because it's never been this hard. I pick up my Jameson and gulp it down, trying to convince myself to back off. I'm not usually this manipulative, but like I said, it's never been this difficult to get a woman in bed.

  She brings her beer to her lips and her eyes scan the room as she drinks. I wish I knew what the fuck she's thinking. I can bet it's strictly about my dick in her pussy. The flush up her neck and cheeks usually come from a good girl thinking dirty thoughts. Goddamn, I'd love to hear that mouth talk dirty to me before I fill it.

  "Have you ever gone four hours without talking about sex?"

  "No." I answer immediately. "Have you gone four hours without thinking about my dick since meeting me?"

  Her eyes narrow at me. "You seriously talk about sex that often?"

  "Probably not as often as you think about my dick." I grab my beer, hoping the alcohol kicks in soon.

  She curses and takes another drink. "I bet you that you can't make it until eight o'clock tonight without talking about sex." She pins me with a look and she's fucking serious.

  "I'm not five, Carter Dawn. I only make real bets. What do I get if I do?"

  She quirks an eyebrow and her lips curve up. "What do you want, Grant Matthews? I want you to go the rest of the day without being so crude or saying anything sexual. What do you want?"

  "For starters, I want you to go back to the original bet. You said until eight o'clock, not the rest of the day. So until eight o'clock I'll be a completely different man. At eight o'clock you're going to tell me in explicit detail every dirty thing you want me to do to your pussy, then I'm going to do it."

  The pink tint to her cheeks turns red until a grin slides over her lips. "We'll see about that."

  I start filing through friends in my head, trying to think of who I can mimic until eight tonight. Chase is a dick. Brandt's a pretty upstanding cowboy, but he's an ass. Bo, he's pretty exemplary, but he's an ornery son of a bitch. Tommy talks about Affton's pussy more than he gets it.

  "We sure will, darlin'." I wink at her. "Good beer?"

  "God, so delicious," she moans, letting the foam cover her lips before slowly licking it off.

  Fuck. Fuck. Dirty fucking girl.

  I nod and take a sip, looking away. I just have to not look at her. Try not to talk to her. Fight like hell not to think about her. Right after this meal, we're going back to the suite and I'll sleep until eight. Easy.

  When our burgers come I give her a tight-lipped smile before focusing on my meal. She starts eating and it takes every ounce of willpower in me not to look over at her when she starts to moan like she's fucking the thing, not eating it.

  "Oh, shit," she huffs, and my eyes fly to her as she uses her finger to swipe off the burger juice that fell to her cleavage. Her eyes catch mine before I can look away and she slowly puts her finger in her mouth, sucking it. "Mmm, god, that's good." Her eyes narrow at me. "How's your food, Grant?"

  "Not sure I'm enjoying it as much as you, but it's good." I nod, grabbing my beer. I'd watch her finger fuck her food all day just to get a little relief and this bet hasn't even been in effect that long.

  "Good." She finishes her burger, making sure every bite is followed by orgasm noises. "Hey," she says, her hand on my elbow as we walk out of the restaurant. "I need to stop by a couple stores. You don't mind, do you?"

  "Uh, well." I rub my neck. "I'm real tired. I told you those burgers make me want to sleep." I force a chuckle and turn toward the hotel.

  "You stole my nap from me. It's only fair." She grips my hand and yanks me the opposite direction. "We're going out tonight and I didn't bring anything appropriate. It won't take long. I think the store I need is just a few blocks away."

  "Clothes...we're going clothes shopping. For the bar." I groan.

  We walk down the street and she won't let my hand go. She knows what the fuck she's doing and I'm not sure if she wants my
reward I get at eight, or if she really wants me to lose. Either way, this is fucking hard while she sways her hips and bounces her tits as we walk down the street.

  "Hang tight right here, I'll be right out." She points to a chair just outside the dressing room after she spent a half hour picking outfits. I stopped paying attention because everything I looked at only brought on visions of me fucking her, which was leading my mind to the wrong spot.

  I huff and take a seat, pulling out my phone to check the time. Two p.m. Six more fucking hours of this.

  "What do you think of this?" She walks out of the dressing room and immediately goes for the three-way mirror, spinning and turning, letting her hands roam over her ass in the tight dark green sparkly contraption she's got on.

  "Looks like fish scales. Next!" I call out. She looked hot. She knows she looks hot. Hopefully she can fly through this little fashion show and we can get back to the fucking hotel.

  "Fish. Right." She chuckles. "Silly me. Next!" She hops back into the dressing room and the dress is immediately thrown over the top of the door. "Hang this back up for me, please!" She throws the hanger out and it hits my foot as it lands.

  I scowl at it before picking it up and slapping it over my hand. I'd like to use it on her ass. "Hey, Carter Dawn, you ever been sppp..." I clench my jaw. "Spelunking?" I drop my head and shake it. This is too fucking hard.

  The dressing room door swings open and she's looking at me wide-eyed. The black top she's wearing cuts just above her fucking nipples with straps pulling her tits together and she's got on this bright red fuck me skirt.

  "I don't like tight, dark places." She sways her ass as she walks around me and goes to the mirrors. Her hands trail over the curves of her hips. They travel the outline of the straps on her tits. "I think this is it."

  "Great. That's a wrap." I keep my eyes on the hanger. I can think about the shit I want to do to her, I just can't say it out loud. Easy.

  "But does it make my ass look too big?" She juts her ass out and pouts in the mirror, her eyes hitting mine in the reflection.

  My mouth opens and a strangled noise sounds. "A smart girl like you shouldn't worry about physical appearances. You have a hell of a lot more to offer than a nice...outfit. Your outfit looks nice." My head stupidly bobs and my lungs are burning from the proper sentence I just spewed.

  She presses her lips together and nods. "Great, let's head back to the hotel." She steps around me, her skin lightly brushing against mine as she heads to her dressing room. "Sorry," she whispers as she shuts the door behind her, the noise of the lock engaging echoing in the tiny area.

  I glance around and make sure we're alone. She takes her sweet ass time; I wouldn't be surprised if she's fingering that tight little pussy in that room.

  "Hey, Carter Dawn," I call her. "I need your opinion." When the door opens, her eyes go wide and she looks me from head to toe while I sport the fish scale dress and my boots. Lifting my arms, I spin. "Does this make my ass look big?"

  She lets out a laugh. A true fucking laugh, and her face is ablaze with embarrassment when I finish spinning around.

  "Grant Matthews!" she hisses. "Get that off! That thing costs more than our paychecks combined!" She can't stop laughing and when I see her eyes travel to my dick, she immediately looks away. "You're going to get us arrested."

  "So that's a yes? My ass looks bad." I turn in the mirror and make eye contact with a shocked sales associate. "I'll take two!" I boast and the startled woman hurries away which makes me move faster to get out of the dress. I hop into my jeans and grab Carter's hand. "Let's go before you get us arrested," I scold her, wearing a smirk of glory because that stick slipped out a few more centimeters.

  The walk back to the hotel is faster than the walk here but I'm not complaining. The faster I can lock myself in my room for the rest of the afternoon, the better.

  "Thanks for shopping with me," she says as she opens the door to our suite and walks in to drop her bags on the table.

  "Grant went shopping?" Tommy blurts from the couch. "And you weren't arrested?"

  "Au Contraire. It was a close call. This one can get a little aggressive. You should have seen her. It was like a wedding dress sale at the flea market. Fists were flying. Weaves were yanked out. Fake nails poppin'. But we got the dress!" I squeal and head to the kitchen.

  "I'm sorry, what?" Affton chuckles, following after me. "You went shopping? With Carter?"

  I nod, cracking open a beer. "Good times. Good times."

  "Hey, I'm going to the pool," Carter announces not five minutes later. "We've got a few hours so I'll be sunbathing if anyone needs me."

  I glance as she sways her ass across the suite and heads straight for the patio doors.

  "Dirty fucking girl," I whisper to myself and jerk my head up, making sure no one heard that. When it seems I'm off the hook, I head for my room until Affton grabs my sleeve. "Watch the prized shirt." I brush my sleeve.

  "What the hell are you doing?" she barks at me and my eyes fly to Tommy for help.

  "I'm with Affton on this one. What the hell, man? Something's...off...today." He leans back against the wall and watches me. "You're fucking her, aren't you?"

  "How rude!" I blurt. "I don't have to take this abuse." I drink the rest of my beer on the way to my room, locking the door behind me.

  Four more hours. I got this. I'll jerk off. I'll shower and jerk off again. I'll nap. I'll wake up and it'll be eight o'clock and I'll be buried deep in that tight little pussy. Easy.

  After my balls are empty, I wrap a towel around my waist and press my ear against the door. All's quiet. I should be alone. Cracking my door, I scan the area before hurrying toward the hall. Hearing a noise behind me, I quickly look back but when I make it to the door, Carter steps out of the bathroom.

  "You've got a bathroom in your room!" I blurt, pissed I ran into her. "This one's mine!"

  "Are we five now?" She lifts an eyebrow at me. "I like the mirrors in here better. And I had to get my tanning oil everywhere. Hey, while you're here can you get my backside?" She shoves the tanning spray bottle at me and bats her eyes. "You don't mind, do you?"

  "Mind?" I snicker. "I used to oil up models all the time!" I grab the bottle in excitement and her brows raise, thinkin' she got me. "Senior citizens." I nod. "We were shooting a commercial and really trying to make the dump seem like a five star vacation. True story." I pop the lid.

  "You worked with old people?" She spins and lifts her hair to the top of her head. My eyes scan the soft skin that's already tanned and just begging to be under my hands.

  "Yeah. I worked a lot of odd jobs before I got my first plane." I pump eleven sprays into my palm because I was too busy staring at her ass, and when she glances back I smile. "Don't want chafing." I show her my slick palm, hating this girl more and more by the second. "So just…rub it on in, 'ey?"

  "Yep. Nice and even." She sighs with her hands on top of her head and spreads her legs slowly, her ass naturally pivoting out toward me as she waits.

  "You fuckin' got it." I delicately press my palm to her back and the oil starts rolling in streams. "This takes me back to the old people." I start to rub. "Old, wrinkly, old people. So many wrinkles. So, so old." Talking my dick down while rubbing oil on her flesh is the hardest task in my life.

  "Sounds like you've got a soft spot for old people," she whispers, letting out a small moan as I push the oil around her shoulders. "Don't forget my legs."

  "Legs. Can't forget your legs." I huff and move my hands. "I think Affton would be better for this job. Your skin's not really like the old people I'm used to. You have...young skin." I stand and start wiping my hands on the towel around my waist that my dick's about to bust open.

  She nudges me and shakes her ass a little. "Please, Grant." Now she's fucking begging and I can't even point it out.

  I squat, not giving a damn my dick's jutting right out the front of this towel. She said I couldn't talk about sex, not that I couldn't walk around rock hard u
ntil eight o'clock. Stupid fucking dick.

  "Please, Grant," I mimic her in a whiny voice and huff, using only my fingertips to rub in the oil. "You're good." I swing to slap her ass, realizing what I'm doing and quickly shift, bashing my hand against the countertop. "Shiiiit." I groan.

  "Everything okay?" She looks at me in the mirror, adjusting the straps on the suit she's got on. "Want to come out to the pool with me?"

  "Hell no!" I snap like she's insane. Her eyebrows raise. "I...can't swim."

  "I've heard stories of you jumping off the beds of trucks and straight into the lake back home," she deadpans. "I think you know how to swim." Her hands adjust her tits and I almost offer to help but clamp my lips tight. "Napping in the sun is more fun than in a bed anyway."

  "I was showering." I point to the shower while my dick points at her.

  "Good. Get clean..." She leans closer, her breath on my ear. "Dirty boy." Backing away from me, she's got a sinful look on her face I want to replace with her O face.

  Fucking hell. I bite my lip and shake my head. "Enjoy your swim, Carter Dawn."

  She winks at me and turns, swaying her ass as she heads out of the bathroom. "Tommy! Affton! Let's have a pool party before we go out! Grant's showering then he'll be out!" she bellows.

  "Alright!" Tommy screams. "Grant, we can play chicken with the girls!" He appears in the doorway and raises an eyebrow at me in my current state. "You alright there?" He chuckles.

  "Me? I'm good, man. I'll meet you out there. I need a shower."

  "Sweet." He knocks on the frame before heading out.

  "Like hell I will," I mumble.

  After taking my time I head for my room, ready to nap 'cause I've emptied my balls for a second time. I'm almost home free until I walk into my room to Affton sitting on my bed.

  "Long shower," she states.

  "I was a dirty boy." I shrug. "Why aren't you at the pool?"

  "Carter mentioned she thinks you're mad at her and she wanted me to smooth it over."

  "Mad at her? What the hell for?" I scoff and head for my suitcase.

  "I don't know but grab your trunks and let's go." She heads for the door.