The Inheritance (Contemporary Reverse Harem 1)

“That sucks about the debt. They really do trap you with that student loan business, don’t they?”

She nodded, then looked at me. “My real dream is to become a sommelier. Some day.”

“Oh yeah? Why are you interested in that?” I as

ked.

“Well, for one, I love wine and would like to learn more about it. And I think the way it can enhance or ruin a meal is fascinating. But it’s also a great career that pays well.”

“So what’s holding you back?”

She looked down at her beer, and I got another whiff of that sadness—or whatever it was—I’d gotten when we’d first met.

She shrugged her shoulder. “The courses are expensive, and the tests are crazy grueling. I mean, at the end of the master course, you know everything there is to know about wine. Every last thing.”

I spun her on the stool to face me and rested my hands on her knees. “You have to make it happen.” As an afterthought, I added, “I think you will.”

And the funny thing was, I knew she would. Somehow, I knew.

She smiled at my touch, and when I tipped forward to meet her lips, she tilted her head with closed eyes. That was all I needed as evidence she had a hunger inside her. She wanted a lot of things out of life, and while she might feel stuck, I was going to give her what I could—if she let me.

My lips brushed hers, right there in the bar. I didn’t care who saw. She put her hands over mine and gripped my fingers, leaving my pulse roaring through my ears. She smelled so good—I wasn’t sure if it was perfume or just shampoo, but I was dying to bury my face in her neck and inhale until she filled every one of my senses.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” she asked.

“I was going to ask if you were trying to seduce me.” Sassy. I liked that. “But would you mind if I were?”

She swallowed, and a pink flush ran over her cheeks. Clearly, I was on the right track. And damn if I didn’t want to tear right down that track, right toward shredding off her clothes and tasting her from head to toe. But I could be patient when I had to.

Taking her hand, I threw some money on the bar and jumped off my seat.

“C’mon.” I led her toward the back of the bar, past the restrooms and the small kitchen, right out the back door where there was a small seating area for the few people who knew about it. We cut through an opening in the bushes and entered an alley where a couple cars were parked and a bike was locked up. I pressed her back to against the brick building so hard and fast all she could do was whimper.

Finally, I had the opportunity to bring my mouth to her throat, sucking and biting just enough to leave small marks. I slid lower and she clutched my hair while I brushed my lips along her cleavage, my hands wandering to her delicious tits. The alleyway was dim, out of the shine of the street lamps, but I could hear people walking past, talking and laughing, completely unaware of the tryst taking place just inches away.

Fucking hot.

I took fistfuls of her thick hair, and inhaling deeply, drank the scent mind-blowing scent of pretty girl. As I fingered her curls, I felt like silk was pouring through my hands. My lips found their way back to hers, now swollen from my roughness, and they parted lightly to allow my tongue to explore. Hers flicked back, tasting me and teasing me, until I thought I would shoot my load right there in the alley.

I backed her up to ensure we were completely in the shadows, our feet crunching on the gravelly surface, surely giving us away if anyone cared to find us. Which they didn’t. And if they had, I would have sent them running so fast, they wouldn’t know what hit them.

“How’re you doing, gorgeous?” I asked.

“Mmmm,” she murmured. “Your kisses are amazing.”

Now that was just the kind of thing I liked to hear.

I reached for the button on her jeans, but before I opened them, I paused.

“You good with this?” I asked.

In the dim light, I could make out her nodding. “Yeah,” she breathed, her lips planting butterfly-soft kisses in the crook of my neck.

I had her pants open and pushed below the cheeks of her ass in about a second flat, that was how bad I wanted to taste the rest of her. And I was sure in for a treat. I crouched ‘til I was eye level with the pretty V between her legs, and before I could even bury my face in there, I experienced her womanly scent. Fuck, that was all I needed.

With her legs trapped together by the blue jeans circling the top of her thighs, her pussy was clamped shut. I wanted to get to the goods, but I was in no rush. When I moved my tongue to tickle the top of her slit, I found she was completely shaved. Goddamn. This woman was going to be mine if I had anything to say about it.

My tongue flicked between her pretty pussy lips. I opened her just enough to let her hard little clit pop out into the night air. I was aching to dive in. But I didn’t. Licking one of my thumbs, I rubbed it over her clit. She gasped, and when I looked up, her head was lolled back against the brick, her eyes halfway closed. She pressed her hands back against the rough wall to keep her balance.