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With a smirk, he grabbed his waistband and pulled it down so I saw the very top of his pubic region . . . and it was completely clean. The only hair he had was a well-trimmed happy trail that I thought was incredibly sexy.
“No hair, love, and don’t tempt me, because I will show you the goods if you keep peeking at me like that.”
The room started to grow thick once again with this unannounced sexual tension between Henry and me as he lowered his waistband to the danger zone. My heart rate picked up. I found it hard to breathe as I took in everything he had to offer. His chest rose and fell as he watched me stare at him. I felt the need to throw myself at him, to run my hands down his chest and past his waistband. I’d never felt such a strong urge to take Henry in my hands before, but I’d be damned if I didn’t want him right there and then.
“Not necessary.” I cleared my throat and turned around, trying to shake my naughty thoughts away. “I should probably get in the shower and get some writing done today. I have some things I want to test out. Wish me luck?”
Looking deflated, Henry gave me a soft smile and said, “Good luck, love. If you need help, let me know. You can use my dick as your model.” Always trying to lighten the mood.
“That’s okay, but thank you, Henry. Your undying willingness to help has not gone unnoticed.”
“Anything for you, love.” Henry pulled me into his chest, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around him while resting my cheek on his bare skin. His back muscles flexed under my hands, and I loved the way his taut chest muscles felt against me.
I was really losing it.
He kissed the top of my head and said, “You know, you really don’t have to go out with Alejandro . . .”
“Stop.” I laughed. “I’m going, so get over it.”
“You’re telling me where those tacos are.” He pulled away and pointed at me.
“Keep this up and you will know nothing.”
“Watch it, young lady. I’m not opposed to tying you up and keeping you here so you can’t go.”
“Will you spank me if I get sassy?” The moment the words left my lips, I covered my mouth in shock.
Henry chuckled and shook his head. “Those books are starting to influence you. I like it. In all seriousness, I’m glad you had a good time last night and was able to recover from the pant ripping.”
“Me too. Thanks, Henry.”
“Anything for my red-brick-road, man-milk mutilator, pants-splitting girl.”
Chapter Ten
The Pussy Cat Posse
“Do you know where you’re going yet?” Henry asked into the phone.
“No, Henry, I don’t and I’m busy right now. If I have any chance at making this date tonight, I have to finish this article.”
“What’s it about?” he asked casually, as if I didn’t just tell him I was on a deadline.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I answered him, “It’s about secrets your cats want you to know.”
I heard his short snort. I couldn’t blame him, reading into a cat’s psyche and trying to write a well-respected article about it was next to impossible.
“Tell me one secret.”
“Well, cat’s don’t see us as different species; they see us as larger, useless cats.”
“Like cats aren’t useless themselves.” Henry chuckled.
“They think they are superior and consider us humans to be inadequate when it comes to our cat abilities. That’s why they lick us with their sandpaper tongues.”
“God, I love your job,” Henry said with amusement.
Someone spoke to him in the background, something unintelligible, but I knew what was coming next.
