I’ll admit I actually enjoyed talking to you and not just watching you losing control with me at the helm.” My entire body flushed as a growing need for him pooled low into my stomach.
“Well, maybe I’ll stop in someday so we can talk a little more.” A should-be-illegal sexy smile appeared and his eyes bore into mine.
“I’d like that.” I reminded myself that I had other things to do today, so I had to keep it together. Yet, it was nearly impossible not to look at his lips and think of how amazing they’d tasted. Then to see his tattooed arms as he crossed them over his chest, ignited a hot flash; as I pictured the way they flexed as our bodies moved together.
Shit! Okay, so this was an absolute fail, and I knew I must have looked completely desperate.
“Why is it that you supply the alcohol, but don’t supply the wine and champagne?”
Corey laced his fingers together, resting one ankle over top of his leg, revealing his black work boots. I never knew simplicity could be so sexy, until Corey walked in. “People that come into my bar don’t order the stuff. If I were to purchase those items from my supplier, I would lose money on it. There aren’t enough weddings that allow me see a profit in those products, that’s why the Inn supplies it.”
“But, it’s expensive and it is taking out a huge chunk of our profit.”
“That’s exactly why I don’t buy the stuff, Sweets.” I looked back down at the numbers and the notes I made. In preparing for this part of the conversation I had a great argument for why The Underground should take over the costs, but I couldn’t think with Corey around. To make matters worse, he moved in closer and reached out, brushing back the curtain of my blonde hair. My eyes looked up and when I gazed at him, I saw the same desire he shown for me Saturday night. My need for this man rushed straight between my thighs as my body shivered with excitement.
“How about showing me around the place?” Corey asked, without moving away.
“You mean to tell me you’ve never seen the Inn?” My expression was dubious, but my voice was timid.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Not recently.”
No—absolutely not, this is a business meeting! Well, at least that’s what I should have said. Instead I said, “Okay,” and stood up to walk around to the other side of my desk. Corey didn’t bother trying to hide it as his eyes scanned me from head to toe.
“Nice legs.” The huskiness of his voice crept into my ear and the heat from his breath brushed against my neck, making my stomach muscles clench in response. My legs wrapped firmly around his waist as he thrust deeper inside of me.
Shit—pull it together, woman!
After he stepped through the door, I followed behind him. To begin the ‘tour,’ I showed him the main level, dining area and our new banquet hall. While we walked around, Corey used any excuse to put his hands on me. Whether it was just our hands brushing against one another, or his hand on my back or waist as he walked with me. Every time he did, I felt a flame of desire spread from the point of contact.
We walked upstairs and I somehow convinced myself it was ‘important’ to show him a vacant room. The instant the door shut behind us his mouth was locked on mine. My arms wound around his neck as he walked us back against the wall. We stood that way for a few minutes, as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. Corey’s hands moved to unzip my skirt, as I found myself needing him to move faster. I could hardly believe I was okay with what we were doing; turned out I was more than okay with it—I needed this. My skirt was around my feet and my hands found his zipper before his jeans fell down. He pulled a condom out of his back pocket and slid it into place; letting his pants and boxers drop the rest of the way.
Corey’s warm, firm hands grabbed hold of the tops of my thighs and lifted me against the wall. The next second he was buried deep inside of me, and the sounds of pleasure rang throughout the room from us both. Corey regained his self-control before he began to move. When he did, it was astonishing; better than I remembered. Our