A Moment Like You (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #2) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,51
it until now. Never before had I thought about how her hand fits perfectly in mine or how I love the feeling of her skin against mine. I’m tempted to guide her hand to my lips, but I won’t kiss her until she asks, just as I promised her.
But fuck if it doesn’t feel like it’s been years since the last time I tasted her. It’s not like we have time to be together. Other than working out, we haven’t spent any time alone since she arrived. There’s always someone with us, like her parents, my brothers, or an employee. Years. I’ve repressed myself for years. For at least the past year I’ve been fantasizing about her. What are a few more days or weeks?
I hope nothing because I’m about to combust with need, and if I have to keep jerking off for the lack of sex, my dick might fall off before I can have her.
We continue making our way through the booths, while Pierce is desperately trying to locate those big drinks that he hopes are loaded with vodka and will make him forget that he’s browsing with his brother and soon to be ex-wife.
When we find the place that’s selling those large drinks Pierce wants, Sophia wiggles her hand out of my grip, “We agreed, no touching.”
“I was only holding it. You should stop being stubborn and let me kiss you.”
“Sure, just because you say so.” She rolls her eyes. “You don’t get to decide what I should do, Aldridge. What’s next? Tossing me over your shoulder and dragging me to your secret cave?”
“Only if you’re into that, beautiful,” I say, taking a good look at her. “Let me know since I’d have to find a cave to make your fantasy a reality.”
“My only fantasy is eliminating you and disposing of your body without getting caught,” she says. “So yeah, find that cave so I can use it for that purpose.”
“You’d miss me.” I wink. “Tell me what you’re into, and I’ll make all your wishes come true.”
“What about you? Any fetishes?” she questions me with a serious face, but she’s definitely biting her lip so she can hide the smile.
I’m into you. You’re my wish and only fetish.
With the way she looks, I could eat her right now. She wears a black strapless dress and a pair of high heel sandals that make her toned, tanned legs look like a mile long. Longing thrums through me, to push her dress up, move the thin fabric that covers her sweet pussy and thrust inside her. I stop myself right there because even when the tension of not having her is eating me alive, I can’t just take her.
So what if every day we’re together I’m thinking about the ways I could fuck her, wondering if she’s wearing black lacy underwear, or what is under the outfit of the day.
“I’m into not becoming the mistress of some powerful mogul,” she retorts, and lucky me, my brother and Leyla come out of the booth right before I can discuss Martina with her.
“Lavender-strawberry lemonade,” he says, handing one of the two tall drinks he’s holding to Sophia. “It’s not even hard lemonade. What the fuck?”
“Thank you,” Sophia says.
“You know what’d a great business be?” Pierce asks and answers, “Setting up a booth that sells alcohol. At least beer and wine.”
“They’d have to request permission from city hall to sell alcohol outside an establishment. It’s not that easy,” Sophia says, sipping from the lemonade. “This is so good.”
“I knew you’d enjoy it,” Leyla says, drinking from her own, though hers is reddish. “Mine is Rooibos tea lemonade.”
“We should buy the bar and have a booth. I heard Levy is selling it, but it can be just a rumor,” Pierce proposes. “Can you see me as a bartender?”
“No,” Leyla answers. “Stick to what you know. Wait until the beer festival.”
“The kombucha festival is coming up soon,” Sophia informs him. “They should have a tequila, vodka, or scotch festival. I’ll have to check on those sporadic free weekends they have and see if we can institute them.”
“The drinking festival,” Pierce announces. “I’ll be the sole organizer.”
“Do they have a strawberry festival?” I whisper in her ear. “I like to suck on them.”
“You’re unreal.” She drinks from her lemonade, staring at a booth where they sell beads to make jewelry.
Leyla walks toward it and Pierce follows right behind.
“I’m pretty real, babe.”
She pokes my chest. “Un-freaking-believable,” she repeats. “Yet you don’t care about the consequences.”