Finally, it’s over, and I’m sitting across from her at my favorite Vietnamese restaurant in the city. We talk all through dinner until finally I hit upon the subject I really want to discuss.
“So, you’re looking for a new job, right?” I begin.
Ginger looks at me like I’m crazy. “Yeah,” she says slowly.
I lay it out for her, telling her the name of my company. And I know she knows her shit because her mouth drops to the floor.
“No way,” she says when I tell her that not only am I the owner of one of the biggest up and coming bike manufacturers in the country but that I’m also looking to take my marketing to the next level.
I nod. “So, here’s my real proposition, Red. I want you to come work for me. I want you to head up my new campaign.”
“What? Why?”
I can tell this floors her even more. I know part of it is me wanting to be around her, to make sure that this girl is tied to me somehow. I don’t know what that means. I just know a taste of her isn’t enough. But I also think she’s totally qualified. I watched her today when I had a chance, and she not only has the look, but the whole package. She’s exactly what my company needs.
“There’s more,” I tell her, not sure how she’ll react to this. “So before you say yes to the job, you need to know. I want you for more than just working for me. I want you in my bed.”
Her jaw drops again. But why play games? I’m a to the point kind of guy. I put it all out there. So I tell her the hard part, too. I know it seems like I’m offering a job in exchange for sex, but that’s totally not it. I want her for the job regardless of whether she wants to sleep with me or not. And I want her in my bed even if she doesn’t want the job. Ideally, she wants both. Just like I do.
I give her time to process it, then say, “There are no strings here. You take as much or as little as you want. It’s up to you. You think you can be okay with that?”
She takes her time, staring at her hands, but when she looks back up at me, her eyes are full of that same desire I’ve started to crave. And this time there’s no confusion. No hesitation. “I’m totally okay with that.”
12
Ginger
After we leave the restaurant, we take the train back to Blaze’s apartment, and it’s all I can do to wait until we are inside before I start tearing his clothes off.
It’s crazy. Totally. My life just changed completely in the span of twenty-four hours. And I have no clue at all where it’s headed. But I’m actually okay with that. I’m excited about the possibilities. A new job that I’ve wanted forever. And the sexiest man alive wanting me in his bed? I’ll take it.
I have no idea where this thing with Blaze will go. But I was truthful when I said I was okay with that. I want to live on the edge for once. Not worry about what’s ahead. Enjoy the moment.
And at the moment, I’m really enjoying Blaze’s tongue trailing its way up my inner thigh, headed straight for my pussy.
He growls against my sensitive flesh, that sexy as sin sound making me gush.
More. More. More.
It’s like a chant in my head.
And when he swirls his tongue over my clit, licking, flicking, sucking, I moan in pleasure. I grab fistfuls of his hair, pressing him more tightly between my legs, sure I’ll never get enough of this.
But then he grabs me and drags me up into a sitting position, pulling my shirt over my head. I’m completely naked now and start pulling at his clothes, ready to see him in all his naked glory too.
The sight is magnificent. Intricate ink works its way all over his skin, winding around his arms, his torso, his back. The ink ripples under his taut and bunching muscles. Unable to resist, I trace them with my fingers, then follow behind with my tongue. I want to touch and lick every inch of this man’s body. I could get lost in it for days.
My hands tease his lower stomach, trailing down, further and further until my fingers dance over his thick erection. I wrap him in my hands and give him a tug, loving when his head falls back on a sexy groan.
“Time to return the favor,” I whisper, following my hands once again until I’m hovering just above his cock, my breath teasing the velvety head.
Blaze grips my hair in his hand, much like I did to him, and I know he won’t be gentle. The thought has me excited, my pussy pooling with wetness all over again.
I wrap my mouth around him, flicking my tongue as I put just the tip inside, fisting my hand around the base. Then I flatten my tongue, taking him as far as I can, opening my throat for him.
He lets out a feral growl and thrusts hard, taking my mouth, getting his pleasure from me. I fucking love it. I continue to work my mouth up and down in time with his frantic thrusts, satisfied when I feel him begin to thicken and swell.