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I smile as the man stands and extends a hand. “Jace Floyd, it’s good to see you.” I shake his hand. The crowd outside makes sense now.
“You too, man. You ready to make me some money on Sunday?”
Chuckling, I nod my head. “I sure the hell hope so.” Jace has always been a betting man. We’ve been friends for years. When I was first drafted in the NFL, I dated an actress in one of his movies, I dropped her but kept him out of that relationship. “Jace, this is Aspen.” The old man’s eyes glint as he takes in Aspen. His attraction to younger women has always been obvious. Hell, look at his date, at least forty years his senior. But when you’re one of the richest film producers in the world, age ain’t nothing but a number.
“Aspen,” he purrs, holding his hand out. She slips hers in his and he kisses the back of her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Her eyes flash wide in surprise, but she plays it off with a smile. “You too, Jake.”
His laughter ripples out, and I bite my lip to hold mine in. Leaning over, I whisper, “It’s Jace.”
She pulls in a quick breath, her cheeks redden. “Oh. I’m so sorry. Nice to meet you too, Jace.” Since she’s embarrassed, I make our exchange quick. As we walk away, she asks, “Why did he find that so funny?”
“He’s probably wondering where the hell you came from. He’s like the top movie producer, ever. Have you heard of…” I rattle some all-time box office hits he produced and she stares at me blankly, shaking her head. “Well, I know what we’re doing a couple nights while you’re here. Netflix and chill.”
“What’s Netflix?”
Throughout dinner, our conversation stays light. We talk about our day. She has a lot more to say than I do. But I could listen to her talk all day. Between her sultry voice and accent, it’s an aphrodisiac.
My hand hasn’t left her leg since we sat down at the cushioned u-shaped table. But as the night moves forward, my fingers itch for more.
With wine flowing through us, we’re hidden in the dim-lit restaurant, tucked in close at the rear of the table. I scan the room, nobody is paying any attention to us. We’ve already eaten and now it’s the time where the waiter comes less often, only to top off our drinks.
A bottle of wine showed up minutes ago, so he’s not returning soon. She brings the wine glass to her lips and hums. “This is delicious.”
I hum into her neck. “It is.”
Dragging my hand up her silky thigh, I stop at the hem of her dress. Her pulse races wild against my lips, spurring my fingers to go higher. She uncrosses her legs. A growl vibrates on my lips as I’ve never been so turned on by a woman. She giggles. “Damn, I’ve missed you today,” I admit.
When I reach the apex of her thighs, she shudders when I press my thumb over her satin-covered clit, widening her legs slightly more.
“You want me to finger fuck you right here, don’t you?” I hiss.
“Ryker.” Her whisper rolls off her lips in a plea.
I sit up and gulp the glass of wine into my dry mouth. With another quick glance around the restaurant, a low groan drums in my throat as I slip a finger under the satin, dipping it in her wet pussy. Her muscles clamp down around me and her fingers grip my leg tight, she's biting back her moan.
“Are you trying to make me scream?” Her voice a bare whisper. I thrust my finger in as far as her seated position will allow. Over and over until she’s panting, yet trying to keep control.
She picks up her wine glass but holds it midair when I rub my thumb against her clit again. A passerby would think we’re having an intimate conversation. They wouldn’t know that I’m about to set her off.
That is until I have her entire body convulsing around my finger. She almost drops her wine glass on the table but places it down without spilling. Her hushed breaths as she comes down from her orgasm has my dick painfully pressing against my strained pants.
“You’re very talented, Mr. Dallas,” she purrs, adjusting her dress, so it’s not hiked up to her hips.
“And you’re sexy as sin, Ms. Foley. But I’m just getting started, so we should go. But I think we need to leave out the back door. I don’t need an outline of my hard dick plastered all over every media site tomorrow.”
Chapter Eighteen
Aspen
The crowd’s noise deafens me when Ryker runs out on the field. This week people have taken pictures of us wherever we were, but I wasn’t aware of the magnitude of his fan base. When he waves to them, jealousy creeps in, surprising me. I’ve monopolized his attention for the last week, seeing him offer it to someone else shouldn’t bother me this much. I shake the thoughts from my mind. It’s not like he’s mine. I sigh and drop my head.
Well, that thought wasn’t any better.
“Look,” Addie says, tapping me on the thigh. I follow where she’s pointing, down to Ryker on the sideline. His smile widens when our eyes lock and he winks right before putting his helmet on.
“Hmm,” Aiden murmurs, wrapping his arm around Addie’s shoulders, staring at me. “He’s never acknowledged a girl at a game before. He’s usually in his zone.”
