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15. Have That Knowledge

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HAVE THAT KNOWLEDGE

“ T hat was so much fun,” Regan said hours later. “I’m starving.”

“Hungry enough that you didn’t want to go to a restaurant and wait but drive home and eat subs here?” he asked.

Zander found it funny but didn’t care one way or another if it was what she wanted.

“Yep,” she said. “Sometimes it’s just nice to talk without an audience. Don’t you think? And when we left I wasn’t as hungry as I am now. Good thing we ordered ahead in the car and I just ran in to get them.”

She was moving around her kitchen and pulling down plates and grabbing napkins out of the holder on her island.

He pulled out a stool and sat down, Regan doing the same and then jumping back up. She seemed nervous, which didn’t go with her personality at all.

“What are you doing now?” he asked. He opened his sub and put it on the plate and then tugged the small bag of chips apart and dumped some on the plate next to his ham and Swiss.

“A drink,” she said. “Water or tea? I don’t have beer. I didn’t think of it and don’t keep soda in the house or I drink it and don’t need it. It’s a treat when I need a jolt of sugar and caffeine at work.”

“Water is fine,” he said and reached his hand out when she brought the two bottles over.

She finally sat and opened her small turkey and pulled it out. It was loaded with more vegetables than anything else. She might as well be eating a salad with a side of bread.

She took a massive bite and almost groaned over it.

“Are you alright over there?” he asked.

She put her hand in front of her mouth as she chewed. “Yes. I can’t believe how good something fast like this tastes when you’re that hungry.”

He laughed. “I’m used to eating like this. Sometimes in my car.”

“Did you take the time to clean your car before you picked me up? It’s not dirty.”

“I did,” he said. “More like at the end of each day I just grab everything that is in the front seat and put it in the trash in the lobby bin when I go into my apartment building.”

She snickered. “I guess that is one way to do it.”

“Yep,” he said. “No reason to carry it up to my apartment and through the stairwell or elevator. I do the same at work. If I ate in my car, I grab what I can when I leave.”

One less thing for his mother or sister to bust his balls on.

“I guess I do the same, but I don’t eat in my car. No reason to.”

“I don’t recommend it. But it’s part of the job.”

“Along with a ton of takeout?” she asked.

“With the way you’re eating that sub, I’m going to say that either you have a fondness for takeout and rarely splurge or you lied when you said you ate breakfast this morning.”

She was all but inhaling it. Half his large was the same size as her small and she was ahead of him.

“I might like takeout but don’t eat it much. I tend to cook and bring leftovers.”

At least she wasn’t lecturing that it was cleaner for his soul or some other shit that one woman he had dated had said.

He had more than enough energy and stamina that he didn’t need to drink some green juice after Stacey shoved leaves of things in a blender.

The smell alone had him gagging and there was no way he was tasting it.

That had been the end of their weeklong marathon in bed and he never looked back. Stacey probably didn’t either.

“If you ever have extras,” he said, “you know, you can send them next door.”

And the minute it was out of his mouth he decided that was a mistake. Then both of their employees would know and he wasn’t sure he was ready for Betsy to have that knowledge.

“Only if it’s the end of the day and we are there alone,” she said once she swallowed. She grabbed her water and took a chug.

“Because you want to keep this quiet for now?” he asked.

“Yep,” she said. She took another bite and chewed, then swallowed while he ate some of his.

Once she was done with her sandwich, she opened her chips. He’d been alternating back and forth. “Are you one of those people who can’t have their food touch and have to eat one thing completely before you go to another?”

She stopped the chip from going to her mouth and frowned. “I think I might be. But I’m not OCD.”

“I didn’t say you were. Just that you can’t have them touch.” He picked a chip up and put it under the bread, on top of the mustard, and then closed the sandwich and took a bite. She didn’t cringe.

Nope. She laughed.

“You’re testing me,” she said. “That is okay. Maybe I can do the same to you.”

He wasn’t sure what that was about and didn’t want to ask. Maybe because he had been testing her and she was a good sport about it.

When their lunch was done and cleaned up, he wasn’t sure what they might do but didn’t want to take his leave just yet.

It was too early to suggest dinner. For all he knew, she had things to do around her house.

She cleaned up the island and threw everything out, then wiped down the counter while he took care of the empty water bottles.

“That took all of one minute,” he said, laughing.

“Yep,” she said, walking over and putting her arms around his neck. “I want you to kiss me again.”

“I can do that,” he said, lowering his mouth to hers. It was just a light kiss like the one last night. No reason to rush for more even if his body was craving it.

But she nudged his mouth open and slipped her tongue in. The moan that escaped was hard for him to tell if it was his or hers.

He supposed it hadn’t mattered all that much.

She was pushing his flannel shirt off though and he helped her remove it.

She stepped back. “Yeah. That was cruel.”

“Did it work?” he asked, his eyes dropping to her breasts. She’d never put her sweatshirt on. It wasn’t that cold and they’d been walking. He almost took his flannel shirt off but didn’t because there was part of him that was a little embarrassed to do it in public.

He’d like to think he was in good shape. He worked out at the gym in his complex at least five days a week. Sometimes seven days depending on his work schedule or if he was on the road.

That physical excursion helped clear his mind.

If it benefited the way his body looked, he wasn’t complaining.

But he didn’t make a habit of flaunting it in places that had family outings.

“I think you know the answer to that. Just like I caught your eyes on me several times today. Not on my eyes.”

“Guilty. I might have had the urge to bust the face of another man looking at you.”

She laughed. “I noticed. So did the guy’s wife. She’ll deal with it later I’m sure.”

He liked her self-awareness too.

“Do I get to kiss you again?” he asked.

“Well,” she said. “Here is the deal. I’m one to talk things out and maybe this isn’t the time, but I feel I should explain myself so you don’t get the wrong idea.”

He lifted his eyebrow. “Wrong idea about what?”

“I want you to take me to my bed. Not that I want to pressure you.”

“You’re not,” he said, smirking. This was working out better than he thought. Took the pressure off of him.

“I didn’t think so. I’m not the type of woman to do this on a third date. Not even several dates after.”

“Then why now?”

“Because things are moving fast internally for me,” she said. “Not in a serious manner.”

He wasn’t sure he liked that she rushed that out but understood her need for it too.

“I’ve said more than once we might be feeling the same.”

“We are,” she said. “Why beat around the bush? I say it like it is. I’m probably taking all the romance or sexiness out of it by talking about this.”

“Nope. Get it off your chest then you can zip your lips of any conversation and we’ll go to your room.”

“Good,” she said. “I’m done talking.” He grabbed her hand and started moving toward the stairs. He was positive he could find her room without much help. “Wait. One more thing.”

He stopped before he stepped on the first stair. “What’s that?”

“You’re not doing this with anyone else, right?”

“No,” he said. “I don’t lie, cheat, steal, or sleep with more than one woman at a time. It’s against what I believe in, and it takes way too much work to keep facts straight. Shit always comes back to bite people in the ass.”

“That’s right,” she said. “They end up hiring you to figure it out. Which means you’d know all sorts of ways to not get caught, but I believe you one hundred percent and that is all I care about.”

“Are we done talking?” he asked.

She put her fingers in front of her lips and turned an imaginary lock, then tossed that invisible key over her shoulder.

Before she could speak again, he turned and picked her up and put her over his shoulder. The move just felt right and when she started to laugh he knew it was the thing to do.

Her hands slid into his back pockets as he walked up and all but cupped his ass. He’d never had a woman do that before and found it kind of sweet in a way.

“Take a right,” she said when he got to the top.

He turned and walked into her room and dropped her on the bed, then leaned over her, his hands on the sides of her face, his mouth landing on her lips.

This kiss was more savage than any of the other ones they’d had before.

When he felt her hands tugging his shirt up and over his head, he broke the kiss and moved back and helped her remove her shirt. Her arms started to get tangled in the fit around her shoulders and he just yanked fast and sent it flying.

“Cute bra,” he said. It was more like a cotton lace half-top thingy. He wasn’t sure what they were called, but it was almost innocent looking.

She was bigger on top than he expected for a bra that might not have a lot of support, but since he was watching her closely today, he hadn’t seen a lot of jiggling either.

Her hands went for the button of her jeans and undid them and he helped yank them down. Her panties were white with little blue flowers on them.

Yeah, they weren’t staying and he went for them next, grabbing her ankles and pulling her toward the end of the bed and letting her feet rest over his shoulders while his mouth found another set of lips he’d been dying to taste.

She was shaved nice and neat and trim. He liked it better than completely bare, but he didn’t know a man who complained about those things either.

His tongue came out and gave her a little tap on her swollen flesh.

He heard the moan and knew it was hers. More so when she lifted her hips to get some more attention there.

He wasn’t going to disappoint her and gave her a quick lick and before he knew it, her hands were on his head and pushing him down and holding him into place.

Damn. Not only wasn’t she afraid to say what was on her mind, but she wasn’t wary about showing him.

No reason not to oblige, so he continued to taste her and find what she liked by the movements of her legs squeezing his shoulders or her hips lifting.

When he inserted one finger and then another, she fisted her hands into his hair and started to come almost instantly.

He kept it up and didn’t stop until her hips lowered to the mattress, then her hands dropped away.

He shifted back and saw her lying there with her eyes opened just a slit and a smile on her face.

“Wow,” she said.

“Who would have thought lions and tigers would result in that?”

“Don’t forget the hot PIs. That is what it’s more about.”

“I won’t be forgetting it,” he said. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you something else to look at, but I’m too weak to get it off.”

He was pulling his wallet out of his pocket to get a condom and she slipped the thin straps off her shoulders and pushed the top of her bra down.

Perky little pink nipples were flashing at him and making him go faster.

He was torn over whether he wanted a taste of them or to plunge into her sweet heat.

Nipples won out because he wanted to make sure he worked her up a second time.

Maybe he was out to impress like he had been with his T-shirt choice.

His mouth landed on one of those pink delights and his thumb and finger found another while he lightly pinched and flicked them.

He kept it up until her body was silently telling him what she wanted. Her hips rising and falling, her nails on his back.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“You know,” she said. “Don’t make me wait much longer.”

It was good enough for him, so he inched up enough and slid between her legs, found her opening and, rather than slide in as was his intent, she grabbed his ass and yanked him down hard, sending him deep.

Her hips were lifting and rising fast enough to burn some serious calories and he had all he could do to keep up.

“Slow down,” he said, grinding his teeth. He wasn’t ready to have this end, but she wasn’t helping.

“I can’t,” she said. “I just need it.”

He would have never thought those words would be enough to send him out of control, but they did with him pounding into her so hard that he didn’t even have a chance to worry that he might be hurting her.

Her legs came up and spread wide and any shred of control he was trying to salvage was gone at that moment.

She was screeching out his name and he was groaning right with her as the orgasm slammed into him at the same time.

He dropped down a second later and then turned quickly so that she was on his chest.

“Didn’t you turn out to be a pleasant surprise,” he said, his hand rubbing up and down her back.

“Why, thank you,” she said. “Good to know you could keep up.”

He snorted, but she didn’t say anything back. A minute later, he realized she was out cold and sleeping.

Guess she was the one that couldn’t keep up.

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