Jo can’t deny how much she wants Eric. After a sample of what he can do, that desire is ramped up even further. So high that Jo barely knows what she’s saying. Eric does though, as he teases her in anticipation of more time together.
Excerpt from In The Dirt
“So,” Eric drawled, “you don’t pick up guys here?”
Jo huffed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t make it sound like you’re so damn special.”
Eric’s eyes narrowed. “So you do pick up guys here,” he stated, no longer questioning.
Jo sighed. “No. Fine. No. I’ve never flirted with a customer before you. And I’ve certainly never,” she dropped her voice to a whisper, “done what we did in the bathroom here either.”
Eric’s grin slid back into place, making him look both menacing and hotter than hell at the same time. “I wasn’t finished with you in there, you know. I wanted to listen to you, Coach Marcinko. Those sexy little noises you were making drove me mad.” Jo’s whole body flushed. She wanted him to fulfill all the promises his rich voice made. “That right there is making me want you again, Jo. Your skin is turning pink and I want so desperately to see how far that pink color goes. Does it cover your breasts? Does it trail down your stomach? Or lower? Are you going to let me see, Jo?”
“Yes,” she moaned, unable to stop the word from falling out of her mouth. She wanted to drag it back in, but she couldn’t. He already knew she wanted him. Even if she didn’t want to want him.
“Good. I’m going to hold you to that. For tonight though, I’m going to leave you to your work. Maybe we can pick up where we left off this weekend.”
Jo nodded, not really listening to him. He handed her his card to pay the tab for himself and Emma. She swiped his card and handed him a receipt. He folded it over before handing it back to her, then winked as he got up and left.
Jo watched him until he disappeared out the door then grabbed the receipt to file it. He left her a tip. A big tip.
What the hell did that mean?
And what did he say about the weekend? Something was trying to break through Jo’s mind but she couldn’t grab it. She went back to work, putting Eric out of her mind. The night was slow and she found herself distracted more than once, especially when she went to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face and stared herself down in the mirror, watching her skin flush with the memory of the things he did to her, and said to her. Then she realized exactly what he meant.
Their first away game was that weekend.
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