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“I’m not a fan of you looking, but if you want my help, I’m—”
“Not taking your help, Zoey.” It’s a simple thing, the con. All you have to do is make them think it’s their idea. But I’m not doing that here. The con I have going has to do with dear old gran, yes, but not this right here and now. She’ll give me everything. I’ll have this place and then I’ll make sure Zoey has all the money she needs. Maybe, if I’m feeling generous, I’ll buy her a nice place to set up, well, shop.
But first I need to get out of this predicament, and I need to shore up all the other things to do with her building. I need to make sure Lichtenfeld’s out of the picture on all the avenues surrounding my project.
“I just worry about you, and I wanted to make sure you can get through.”
“Don’t.”
I move past her and cross the floor to the door and turn the lock and flip the sign. No one’s coming in here to buy a last-minute book in the rain. And if they are, they can go fuck themselves. I need to talk with her, to convince her I’m the good guy I’m not.
“While you were gone, someone from Sinclair came by.”
“One of the goons?”
I nod, knowing Georgio would hate being called that. Again. For a tough guy, he sure gets hurt by the things sweet Zoey says about him.
Feeling like the goon himself, I pull the crumpled envelope from my back pocket. It’s not much, but I happen to know what’s there will rock her world in the wrong way. Veiled threats, pressure, the kind of thing that comes with the territory of getting what you want.
“Here. I didn’t open it, but I did speak to the guy.” And then I say, “From what he said, they can’t do much more than try and make you miserable. Legally.”
Her shoulders sag as she takes the envelope and squeezes it tight. “They’re good at the misery type.”
“You could just sell, hold out, make some decent cash.”
Zoey’s shoulders stop sagging and snap to attention as her violet-blue eyes flash with fire. “Not on your life. That’s giving in. I don’t do that.”
“I know. Which is why I went through the books. I’m sorry.”
“That’s…” She turns and sets the letter down on the counter, then faces me again and her soft, compact curves and pretty face call to me, do things to me, reach down inside and I want to touch her. So I do. I cross to her and take her in my arms. “That’s okay.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
And I kiss her because her mouth is a beacon and it calls to me. She tastes like rain and sweet spice that belongs to her alone and I wonder if a man can ever get sick of a taste like that? Of the heat and wetness of her mouth that just makes me want to ravish her, here and now and who the fuck cares who can see?
But I lift my head. “Should I go?”
“Probably. It’s the sensible option.” Zoey slides her hands slowly up my chest, making my muscles heat where she touches. She rises up on her toes to kiss me again. “But this seems a little nicer.”
“The better option?”
She links her fingers at the back of my neck and tugs me a little closer. I slide my hands down her waist to her ass and pull her in against my growing erection. “A delicious one.”
We head upstairs, her hand in mine. I’m thinking she’s going to change her mind, or need a moment. I’m thinking this is the worst idea and the best. Worst because I can get lost in her. Best because it brings us closer together for my plans.
And then she turns when we hit the little hall and she pushes me into the wall, her mouth seeking mine.
I take hers in a deep, hungry kiss and walk her backwards, sliding the zip down her back, pushing the dress and bra from her, freeing her breasts so I can touch them, let them slide against me, and then I unhook her bra, and let it fall along with the dress, tugging that over her hips so I can take her panties with it. And then she’s soft and naked in my arms and we’re at her bedroom door.
It doesn’t take long until we’re both naked and breathing hard on the bed. My mouth is all over her. I can’t get enough, and she’s the same with me. We’re burning up, the need eats at me and I don’t get it. I don’t know why she affects me so much. She’s sweet and open and made of a titanium down deep, but it’s heated, there’s no ice about her. There’s no agenda with Zoey.
Sliding my fingers down her body, I push into her and she cries out, biting down on my shoulder and I pump into her, spreading her thighs for me. “You’re so wet, Zoey.”
“And you’re so hard.” She wraps her hand around my cock and squeezes, making me groan in the back of my throat.
“Seems like this is a perfect fit.” I pull her hand from me, and tease her clit before sliding out of her pussy.
