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“Tanner. This is insane.” I find something different to obsess over everywhere I glance. “I am blown away. I need a full tour. That hallway looks so long, I could play a game of tennis in it,” I tell him as I peek around the corner, spotting artwork on the walls I am pretty sure should be in the MET.
“We are here for a few days, so you can spend as much time poking around as you want.” Standing, he walks toward me. I watch him, his shirt unbuttoned, his cuffs rolled, and my heart now races for an entirely different reason.
“I am starting to understand how this all happens when you sell whiskey for seventy-five thousand dollars a bottle.” I mean, I knew he was a billionaire. His watches, his trucks, his distillery, his jet. But seeing the city life he leads, the people he networks with, this penthouse which stands taller than any other building in this city, it is all a little overwhelming.
“Speaking of which…” he says, making a small detour to what looks like a very well-stocked bar. There are bottles on the wall, all backlit like a restaurant or lounge, his brand front and center, along with bottles of wine and champagne. “Want to try it?” Grabbing a bottle that looks a little different than his usual ones, he passes it to me.
“Next Door,” I say, looking at the golden doors on the navy label, and I huff another laugh at Lacy and Connor for naming it such.
“Did I already tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” Tanner asks quietly as he moves to my back and places small kisses on my bare shoulders.
“You did. But there’s no limit,” I tease breathily. His lips warm my body all over, and my head falls back to rest on his chest as he kisses up my neck, making my breath leave my lungs and my body relax on his.
"Let me take that,” he says, grabbing the bottle from me.
“Mmmm… you smell like whiskey,” I hum, so used to the smell now and loving it on him.
“Smell this.” Opening the expensive bottle, he holds it to my nose. I take a small sniff and the aroma hits my senses. It is strong, but not obnoxiously so.
“I can pick up hints of butter,” I say, having no real idea if that is a scent I should be smelling, but it is what comes to mind.
“Good girl,” Tanner purrs, and my pussy clenches.
“What else?” he asks, and I take another sniff.
“Hmm. Maybe a little honey?” I’m even less sure about that guess, but he smiles.
“Very good, baby,” he says before he puts the bottle to his lips and takes a sip. But he doesn’t swallow. He places the bottle on the dining table and cups my face with bothhis hands, pressing his lips to mine.
I part my lips as he kisses me, whiskey filling my mouth and his. Moaning, I swallow a little, the burn instant, but his mouth doesn’t waver as his tongue dives in. I feel drips of whiskey running down my lips, and he moves my head in his hold to lick up my neck, taking every spilled drop into his mouth.
“I like it,” I whisper, my body temperature reaching volcanic levels.
“It tastes even better on your skin.”
“My turn,” I say as he pulls back and looks at me. Watching his chest rise and fall, I take a deep breath as I run my hands up his body and start to open his shirt buttons. He waits, enjoying my touch until the last button opens, and he pushes it off his shoulders, throwing it from his arms.
“That’s better,” I murmur, picking up the bottle beside us and spilling a little across his bare chest, relishing how it runs down his muscles. I lean forward, my eyes on his as I lick my way from his stomach to his chest, gathering it in my mouth. His growl is low and deep as his nostrils flare.
His torso’s now completely naked and damp. Tanned skin, the tattoo on his arm on full display, broadly defined muscles in his shoulders, chest, and torso. The sweeping of salt-and-pepper hair across his chest follows a path into his pants, almost begging me to touch. He is by far the most masculine man I have ever seen.
“I love lace, but I need this off,” he murmurs, pulling me from the table and turning me around, grabbing the zipper on my back and sliding it down, the lace dressfalling from my bare skin and puddling at our feet. Even though my back is toward him, I see him in a large mirror that is opposite me at the other end of the dining table, and I watch him as he drops his fingers to my bare shoulder and traces them all the way down my spine. His eyes are laser focused, like he is admiring a one-of-a-kind piece of artwork, taking my breath away. My skin immediately pebbles where he touches, goosebumps running across my flesh, and my breathing becomes more rapid.
“I want you, Tanner,” I whisper, and his gaze meets mine in the mirror. I don’t wait for him to talk before I turn around, me entirely naked, him still with his suit pants on. My hands glide down his torso until I hit his belt, and I undo it quickly, followed by his trousers, before they fall to the floor to meet my outfit and he kicks off his shoes.
Tugging his boxers down, I pull back, and he swallows roughly as he silently looks at me. Admiring my body, his eyes move from mine to my lips to my chest and back again. My belly flutters every time I have his attention like this.
“You’re quiet…”
“I’m just taking you in,” he says before lifting me up and settling me onto the dining table. His hands cup my face again, taking me in a kiss so scorching, I feel like I will combust. My body tingles as he grabs my ass and pulls me right to the edge. “Lean back,” he commands, and I bite my bottom lip, because I like this version of Tanner. The one that talks dirty, that is full alpha male. The one that is so focused on me, yet still seems like he can’t get enough.
Lying back on the cool timber dining table, I do exactly what he tells me to do. I arch my back seductively, and my heart thuds as he continues admiring me like I am his most prized possession before he grabs the bottle of whiskey.
“Are you ready?” he asks, and I nod just as he starts to pour.
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