Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

Drew chuckles as he sets me on the edge of the dining table and raises my arms. “You look hot as fuck in my t-shirt, Charlee, but I need you naked right now.”

He lifts the shirt over my head. I squirm as his lips travel over each area of newly exposed skin until my bare back is resting against the wood.

“How sturdy is this table?”

Drew drops to his knees and hooks my legs over his shoulders. “Sturdy enough.” I didn’t bother with any panties this morning so there’s nothing stopping him from diving straight into my pussy.

My back bows. “Oh, fuck!”

He draws lazy circles around my clit while he teases my entrance with this finger. “You like that, baby?”

I can’t even form a coherent response as Drew devours me like I’m his last meal. I’m a tangle of screams and moans, and mind-numbing ecstasy. God, this man knows how to work my body over like no other. I never knew sex could be so intense. Feel so incredible. My senses are heightened the moment Drew touches me, like every nerve ending is a live wire. Right as I’m climbing to the point of no return, someone starts pounding on his front door.

“Who the hell is that?” I pant.

“Don’t care,” he mumbles into my hot flesh.

The knocking continues as he begins licking me again, followed by incessant ringing of the doorbell.

“C’mon, asshole, open up!”

Drew freezes the second he hears my brother’s voice. I scramble off the table in a panic.

“What the hell is he doing here?” I shout whisper.

Drew hangs his head. “Fuck, I totally forgot.”

“About what?”

He stands and adjusts himself through his boxers. “We were supposed to go golfing this morning.”

“Drew!” I throw my hands up. “You couldn’t have told me that last night so I would be gone by now?”

He gives me a wry look. “We were a little busy last night. It slipped my mind.”

Oh right. We were p

reoccupied with having all the sex. We never even got around to filling out the annulment paperwork.

The knocking is harder this time. “Dude, I saw your truck in the parking garage. I know you’re there.”

“Shit!” I start looking around for the discarded shirt but I don’t see it anywhere. “What if he saw my car, too?”

Drew looks toward the door. “Go in my bedroom and lock the door. I’ll get rid of him.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I practically sprint down the hall until I am safely ensconced in his room with my ear pressed to the door.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

DREW

I wait until Charlee is hidden in the bedroom before answering the door.

“What the hell, douchebag?” Brody pushes his way into my house with Riley close behind. “What took you so long?”

I shut the door behind them. “Oh, please, come right in.”

Brody looks me over, taking in my disheveled state. “Why aren’t you dressed? Tee time is in half an hour.”