THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,59

every possible way. When she’s sad, happy, coming, when she’s angry…I’ll take it all.

Windsor groans and flips to her back. “Tell the dolphins ‘hi’ for me,” she says, sulking with her arms folded across her chest. “That’s why I’m upset you know. I know Kathy will be okay…eventually. I’m upset that I won’t get to spend this time with you.”

I lean down and kiss her square on the mouth. I do it because I’m not sure what to say. Hopefully my mouth says everything it needs to say without actually speaking. “It’s a shame really. I was going to take you to get a dolphin tattoo on your ankle,” I offer, rubbing my lips across hers. She laughs and sniffles a little. It was the reaction I wanted. A cute grimace crosses her face.

“You never see a bumper sticker on a Bentley, Mav,” she says. “Forbes women don’t mar their bodies with art. We prefer it on the wall. It’s not the 1990’s either. A dolphin?” she laughs even louder. I smile. “You get a dolphin tat,” she counters. I kiss a tear that is about to roll down her cheek.

“You think I should? Maybe one diving over my dick?” I reply.

Her laughter fades a little. “If anyone is going to be diving by your dick, it’s going to be me,” she whispers.

It is so hot I actually consider a dick diving dolphin. God, Stone would love that. That’s a vagina dick image he’d never be able to burn out of his mind. I chuckle.

She stands from the bed, but not before running her small hand over my jeans-covered cock. Tease. Cock fucking tease. “I have to go talk to her,” she says. “I’m sure that’s what is expected from me. Dance monkey, dance!” she yells.

I grab her waist from behind and pull her ass to my dick. “While you’re obeying commands lets do bad things in that bed. I want to defile it tonight,” I say, already picturing her naked in it. The weirdness of the pink, child’s bed has completely disappeared the second I imagine her naked. Dick twitch. Schwing! “I need to take a run. I’ll pick up some groceries. Seems she doesn’t get out of bed all that much. I’ll make dinner tonight?” I ask. She bends down to pick something off the floor and the angle is so perfect I can almost feel her pussy through both my jeans and hers. “Or we can defile it now,” I grind out.

Windsor sighs. “What exactly is your definition of defiling? It can’t be all that bad if we’re still taking things slow. Or are you finally going to show me a new talent?” she replies.

Fuck. I don’t know how much longer I can hold her off. She told me she was glad we were waiting to have sex, but I’m not sure if that’s because she knows I have some weird fucking hang up about it, or if she really doesn’t want to either.

“You’re ready?” I ask. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She turns around to face me. “I’ve been ready, Mav,” she says, using my hard-on inducing nickname. She pauses, bites her lip, and then continues, “In fact I’m ready right now. I’m ready any second you’re within eyesight or ear shot. Everything about you makes me want you. I’ve wanted your dick inside me even when I only wanted a one night stand with you.”

What. The. Fuck. This particular ramble enlightened me, that’s for damn sure. I narrow my eyes. “When did you want a one night stand?” I ask. That would have made things even more fucked up than they are now. I’m also so turned on that I can’t see straight. A one night stand is what most of my bags want. The fact never bothered me in the least, or had any affect on me really. Now the same words out of Windsor’s mouth? She might as well say, “Come in me, big daddy.” That’s what it does to me.

She folds her arms across her chest and smiles a knowing smile. “Don’t play coy. You know the first night I met you the effect you had on me. I would have had sex with you on the second date. But you went and propositioned me with money instead of a hotel date,” she explains. “I was already wet before you walked into my office. Because I was thinking of you all weekend long,” she admits. My stomach flips a little. “The question of the month