Free Bad Boys After Dark: Mick by Melissa Foster Page B

look he’d given her last night, and his cocky grin made her all sorts of confused. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m formally giving you my resignation. Right now. Forget last night. Please. God, please.”
    “Why?” he asked with an amused chuckle.
    “Stop enjoying my mental breakdown. I’ll tell you why. Because we did all those dirty things, and I was supposed to be learning, and all I did was let you give me orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after…” She winced. “You get the picture. And I shouldn’t have stayed over.”
    “Because ‘the book’ says so.”
    “Ohmygod. You know about the book?” Holy crap, what else did I say?
    He cocked a brow.
    “Okay, I can explain. The Handbook: Release Your Inner Temptress came highly recommended, and it was helpful—” Her words were smothered by his mouth, as were her thoughts and her anxiety, until all that was left was the feeling that she was floating on a cloud.
    With Mick .
    No, no, no!
    Yes, yes, yes!
    She pushed at his chest, and he groaned as he pried his mouth from her.
    “Did The Handbook advise you to push a guy away when he kisses you? If so, that book has to go.”
    “Mick! We said one night and we’d never speak of it again. I ruined everything. I didn’t even try to seduce you beyond the whole, well, you know, what we did on the steps. You didn’t get to critique my seduction skills, and now I’m left comparing every man out there to you, which believe me, will suck for me and them. Not to mention that I’m in no better shape than I was before last night. I still have no idea if I’m doing things right, and I’m sore in places I never knew could get sore.” She realized she was rambling and clamped her big mouth shut.
    His brows knitted. “You’re right.”
    “I know.” She didn’t know what she’d been hoping for, but disappointment skated in, and she smacked the mattress. “I’m sorry. I suck.”
    “I do like the way you suck.” His wicked grin was back.
    She loved that wicked grin.
    Ugh! He was totally messing with her! She swatted his arm. “Stop it. No more talking about what we did. Now get up.”
    “No.”
    “No?”
    “No. I can’t let you go out in the world doing what some stupid book advises. That would be irresponsible of me. You need to be properly schooled in all things seductive. What choice do we have but to spend the weekend together?”
    “Mick.” Weekend? Is he nuts? He seemed as shocked by his idea as she was. Or maybe that was cockiness; she couldn’t be sure.
    “I’m serious. I have a reputation to uphold. If you go out and tell even one person that I didn’t live up to my promise, all hell might break loose.”
    “I’m never speaking of this. Not even to Ally.” Oh God, Ally! She’d probably texted a hundred times to make sure Amanda was still alive. Mick looked at her sideways, and she knew he was wondering if she could really keep something like this from her sister. He knew how close they were, and Ally was living with, and engaged to, his childhood friend Heath Wild.
    “Obviously we won’t speak of our Adventure Sex Weekend,” he said casually. “That would also be irresponsible.”
    “Wait, what? Adventure Sex Weekend?”
    “It’s the only way. We’ve already crossed a line we can’t uncross.” His tone turned serious. “Let’s do this right. You’ll spend the whole weekend seducing me, of course.”
    He was right about crossing the line. Holy cow. Am I really considering this?
    “You sound like you’re talking about a client meeting.”
    “It’s an arrangement of sorts,” he said. “An agreement. A weekend of seduction, no regrets afterward, and for God’s sake, no resignations, either.”
    “Mick, how am I going to look at you in the office?”
    He brushed a lock of hair from her shoulder and pressed a kiss there. “The same way you always have.” He held her gaze, steady, dark. Seductive . “You want this, Amanda. One weekend. No strings. And no one has to