BB Dalton: Under the Covers

“I’m going to kiss you now, and if you want me to stop, you better say so pretty quickly.”

Her brain had a lot to say, but none of it got out of her mouth before BB’s lips covered hers. They were warm and soft and her knees nearly buckled from the sheer pleasure of the kiss. Then his tongue found hers.

A small sound escaped her throat, which he echoed enthusiastically before breaking away to whisper, “Let’s go inside.”

They were still standing in front of the open door of the car in the well-lit parking lot of the hotel. But if they went inside, she knew exactly what would happen.

He noticed her hesitation. “What’s wrong? Is it because you’re my handler?”

She controlled her adolescent giggle. Oh, she wanted to handle him all right!

“Yes. Partly.” But not mostly. If she slept with him tonight, it would absolutely kill her when she saw him out in public with some young thing on his arm. And that’s what would happen. How could it not? He was young and hot and a veritable chick magnet. “Exactly how old are you, BB?”

He nodded knowingly. “Ah, ha. So that’s it.” He held her face in two hands now and forced her to look into his eyes. “I have no problem that you’re a few years older than me. In fact, I think that’s one of the things that attracted me to you in the first place.”

He moved to nuzzle her neck, and then breathed in her ear, “Nothing’s sexier than a strong, confident, mature woman who knows her mind.”

Mature. Not a good word choice. “You didn’t answer the question. How old are you, BB?”
He was making it very difficult to resist him as he nibbled on her earlobe. “I’ll be twenty-eight next year.”

She laughed. Only a man would try to make himself older. “So you’re twenty-seven.”

He pulled back slightly and rolled his eyes. “My birthday is in February, so I’m almost twenty-eight. So what? How old are you?”

She employed his trick just to show him how impossible this situation was. “I’ll be forty next year.”

God! That sounded horrible coming out of her mouth. She hadn’t thought she’d have problems with turning forty, until now.

“So you’re thirty-nine. Eleven years. Big deal.”

More like twelve, but it was sweet of him to round his own age up.

“Katie. We’re standing outside in the cold in a parking lot along Route 9. Let’s talk about this inside your room.”

She didn’t answer as her gaze focused on the ground somewhere behind him.

He bent lower so she couldn't avoid looking at him. “Why can’t I come in?”

She sighed. “Because if you come in, you know what’s going to happen.”

He smiled and grabbed each of her hands in his. “I know what I hope is going to happen.”

Her heart was pounding and she was starting to tremble. She swallowed. “Will you be able to still work with me in a professional aspect if we do this?” She couldn’t even believe she was considering doing this.

He nodded. “Yes. Will you?”

No, her brain yelled. But her traitorous mouth said, “Yes.”