“We aren’t dating. This is blackmail.”
I shrug. “Call it whatever you want. You’re still mine.” I nod for her to go before me as I hold the door open with my foot for Bear and her. Her bottom lip puffs out when she huffs as she passes me. Bear is hot on her tail. He’s always getting as close to her as possible. I understand exactly how he feels. Her presence brightens a room and has you gravitating toward her.
My eyes flick to the kitchen, which is way too small. No wonder it takes her so long to make the amount of food she does. They run out every day. The place needs more space so they can have a bigger kitchen and staff. She could easily make four times the amount of treats if they had the space. Even though it’s a smaller town, there is a demand for Bailey’s treats. If there were more, I believe she would still sell out every day. If she doesn’t I will buy each and every last one of them for myself.
We go up the stairs. I can’t help but watch the sway of her ass as she goes. I’ve never thought I was an ass man. Hell, I don’t even know what I am into really, but with her it is everything. I will enjoy every inch of her. She opens the door to her place, stepping aside to let me in. She’s giving in to my demands way too easily. It gives me hope that a small part of her wants this. That she feels this attraction too. She’s only fighting it because of who I am. Sometimes in life your family name does things to catapult you professionally and personally. In the case of my little protestor, she’s not impressed with my family name. This is the first time I’ve ever experienced a negative reaction when it came to it. I need to do everything in my power to change her mind about not only me but my business practices.
My eyes take in her place. My sister would have a heart attack if she saw this. Clutter is everywhere. Clothes thrown all around. Her small kitchen area must be headquarters for her protest campaign. I can see remnants of glitter here and there.
“Welcome.” She spreads her arms out wide. “Sure you don’t want to go back to your hotel?” She thinks she’s won. I already saw the sofa. It isn’t a sofa but a love seat. Bear is barely going to fit on it. As if reading my mind, Bear goes over and jumps up on it, taking up the whole thing.
“Guess you get the floor.” She lets the door fall closed. I clear the space I’ve made between us when I assessed her home. I make a note to start looking for a new place. She takes a step back, running into the closed door. I brace one hand over her head, caging her in. The other I use to flick the lock. She locked the one downstairs but you can never be too careful. When you have something as priceless as her there are never enough locks in place to protect it.
“We know where I’m sleeping.” Her head drops back to rest on the door. Her cheeks are flushed. She really is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “Don’t fight it. Sleep is what we’ll be doing.” I lean down. All I want is a small taste of her. Enough to get me through the night. But when I brush my mouth against hers she’s all over me. She pushes into me, taking me by surprise for a moment.
I lift her into my arms, pulling her close to me. She wraps her lush body around mine. I move us as I slip my tongue into her mouth. She opens so easily for me. The sweetest little whimper comes from her as I bring her down onto her bed. It’s small but it will work.
I pull back from her. Her breathing is heavy. I gaze down at her blond hair. The loose knot she always keeps it in is nonexistent. Her hair spills all over her bed, surrounding her and making her look like a goddess. She brings her hand up to touch her now swollen lips. She opens her mouth to say something. From the look in her eyes I think she is as surprised as I am at how she kissed me back. There is no mistaking our sexual attraction to one another but this isn’t about that for me. I want everything with her.
“Don’t overthink it.” I pull back from her, making her legs that she still has wrapped around me fall away. It hurts to do it but I have to. She needs sleep and I’m going to make sure she gets it. I don’t care if I have to tie her to the bed to make it happen. I pull off my shirt and go for my belt next. She sits up on her elbows.