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“That could take months,” I tell her, doing the calculations to work out if I can hire a big enough team to make it weeks instead.

“Perhaps it will keep you motivated to work hard then.” Her wink has me gripping her by the hips and turning her to face me. We’re tucked around the corner from the group of men in the hall, but I glance across to check we are alone.

“I knew you were trouble the moment I met you.”

“Was that while you were blindfolded and tied to the bed or afterwards?” she asks, her eyes sparkling.

She does nothing to keep her voice down, and I bite my lip, thinking of how I could get her to keep quiet.

“Cat got your tongue?” She prods at the beast inside of me, eager to get a rise. My cock throbs in my boxers, a huge fan of her utter cheek.

“Not at the moment, no, but it can be arranged.” I purposely look down towards her jeans-clad crotch, licking my lips.

“Are the knees in those trousers padded?” she asks, not missing a beat.

“They are indeed.” I lay my accent on thick, remembering that it makes her wet.

“You know, those combined with the tool belt… it’s the workman’s version of lingerie.”

“I thought that was grey sweatpants?” I say, brow quirked.

“Mmmh, those too. Do you have some?” Eagerness sparks in her gaze, and I’d be willing to buy ten pairs if it meant she’d grace me with her company.

“Come and have dinner with me, and I’ll show you.”

“Dinner sounds rather prosaic, given our initial meeting, Cam. You’ll need to do better than that.” Her challenge sets me on fire, and I want to stand here and quip with her all day.

“How about I’ll eat you for dinner and then you can bounce on my cock for as long as you like before I model my sweatpants for you.”

“That’s more like it.” Her grin turns salacious.

We are toe to toe, having got closer during the exchange. I want to lean down and kiss her; to peck her nose. There’s an easy grin on my face and a lightness in my chest that hasn't been there for a long time. I could become addicted to her so easily.

“Do you play withjustguys? Or do we need to find a third?” I ask with curiosity.

“Given I’ve already given you a test run, I’ll happily spend an evening just with you. As long as you make it worth my while.”

“And what would it take to make it worth your while?”

“An orgasm ratio of at least three to one.” Her smirk is shameless.

“And if I make it five to one?” My blood heats at our exchange.

“Maybe I’ll keep you on call if you can manage that.”

“So, how often do you do the unicorn thing?” I prod, trying to draw more from her.Dammit, Pixie, give me something here.

“Ah, Cam, you’re definitely going to need to butter me up before you get more information out of me.”

I raise a brow, my breath coming out in bursts as we tease each other with words. My cock throbs, but there isn’t enough room in my trousers for it to harden properly. I need to reach down and adjust, but it would mean removing a hand from Pixie, and that ain’t happening anytime soon.

“Does your brain glitch or something?” She tips her head quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

“You match me well with words, but every now and again, you pause.”

“Just imagining all the ways I could make you talk.” The flush that starts to creep up her cheeks is satisfying as hell.