Never Say Never (The Ladies Who Brunch 1)

“Pleasure and food, babe. That’s all I want.” She stares up at me. “Give me a chance.”

“Why?”

I sigh, but then opt for honesty. “Because for some reason, having you back in my life has brightened my days, Char. And I don’t want that brightness to dull just yet.”

She looks up at me with awe in her eyes before she reels it in and continues to act annoyed. “Fine.”

“Fine?” I ask just to be clear.

“I guess a few orgasms and free meals wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to me.”

My smile is instantaneous. “Sounds like a win-win to me.” I dip my head down and press my lips to hers, sealing the deal. And surprisingly, she doesn’t shove me away. On the contrary, Charlotte wraps her arms around my neck and draws me closer to her.

Her words are saying one thing, but her body, well, her body is telling me a completely different story. She wants me. It’s clear as day. And I know that Charlotte is stubborn, but she is definitely throwing down a challenge that I want to rise to.

As our mouths move across each other’s, a wave of relief comes over me. She’s willing to let me in a little bit more, and I don’t want her to change her mind.

“Would you be mad if I stole you away from your friends so I could make you come again?” I mumble against her lips, desperate to keep roaming my hands all over her body.

But she chuckles, pushing me away. “Sorry. That’s a hard no. Nothing interrupts brunch—hence why I was so pissed to see you here.”

“Hey, I’m just glad that I remembered when you told me about this little meet-up. Otherwise, I would have shown up at your office again.”

“You definitely surprised me,” she says, and I can’t help but feel like there’s a double meaning to her words.

“You’ve surprised the hell out of me too, Char.” I press a kiss to her forehead, and then one to the tip of her nose. “I’ll call you about dinner this week, and you’d better pick up.”

“Okay,” she relents. “Just…don’t make me regret this, Damien.”

“When has anyone ever regretted orgasms or food, Char?”

She smiles and then begins to walk away from me. “Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“You too, sweet pea.”

With a roll of her eyes, she walks back into the restaurant, and I fight the urge to do a celebratory fist pump. Charlotte Montgomery is going to let me give her orgasms and food, and maybe in return, she’ll give me a bigger glimpse of her too. Let the planning begin.