All Night Long (Man of the Month 9)

"More like carefree," she countered.

"Irresponsible?"

"Dammit," she snapped, and he heard real temper in her voice. "I told you. I'm trying to do this right. I want to make sure I get paid well for this deal and they can't screw up the brand I built."

He took a step toward her. "So tell me why you're selling? Because you got lucky and the distillery exploded into a success? Now you're afraid of the hard work it'll take to keep it going? Because that's what you do, isn't it? Walk away before anything gets too real?"

"You know what, Easton? Screw you. I have never been afraid of hard work. Ever. Just because I don't want to work in the same damn job in a suit for the rest of my life doesn't mean I'm less than you."

She stood up, her wet, naked body gleaming. "I'll find another damn attorney."

With a violent yank, she wrapped the towel around her and climbed out of the tub. Then she stalked to the small table under the patio covering where she'd left her clothes.

He watched, mesmerized, as she lifted one foot onto the seat of a chair, and, with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever, dried herself from toe to neck.

She took a break long enough to shoot him a glare, then reached for her bra--a retro bullet style-and pulled it on. Next, she fastened a garter belt at her waist, then pulled on her two stockings. He noticed that she didn't pull on any panties, and he didn't see any on his table.

When she started to reach for her skirt, he couldn't take it any more. "Stop."

She looked at him, her expression defiant.

"You're not the least bi

t self-conscious are you?"

"Why should I be?" she countered. "It's just a body."

He swallowed. "No. It really isn't. Yours is more akin to fine art."

Her lips parted, then closed again, and her tight expression softened. "Thank you."

He took a step toward her, and the closer he got, the more the energy between them crackled. "What if I said I wanted you? Right here. Right now."

She let her gaze roam over him, stopping only briefly at his crotch. "Considering the evidence, I wouldn't be surprised."

"You want me, too."

For a moment, she said nothing. Then she took one step toward him. She took his hand, then slipped their joined fingers between her thighs, moaning as his fingertips found her slick heat. "Yeah," she said. "I guess I do."

He almost lost it right then. Almost pulled her to him, captured her in a kiss, and then bent her over the table and buried himself in her.

It was a testament to his willpower that he didn't. Instead, he stood frozen, watching her lips and that fuckable mouth of hers.

She said nothing, but slowly lifted that same hand to her mouth and sucked so hard on his wet finger that it almost felt as if her mouth were on his cock. When she pulled away, her smile held a hint of victory. "But someone once told me that there's a difference between want and willpower."

"Whoever that was, he was a fucking idiot," Easton said, and she burst out laughing.

"I have an idea." She stepped closer, her palm cupping him. "You're a pragmatic guy. This is a fast deal I need negotiated. And we're obviously stuck in each other's heads. So we bend our rules. You take my case. And I won't scurry away. We fuck like bunnies. Get each other completely out of our systems. And this deal comes with a no-risk guarantee, because we know that in the end, I'm selling my business and moving to Scotland."

She slowly stroked his cock, rock hard now under the suit trousers he still wore. Slowly, she sank to her knees, her fingers tugging at his fly. "What do you say? As far as torrid affairs go, it couldn't be cleaner."

A voice in his head yelled that he was going to regret this. But all Easton did was twine his fingers in her hair and tilt his head back to the stars as she took him in her mouth. "Yeah," he gasped, grasping the side of the table for balance. "I think we have a deal."

Chapter Six

Selma freed his cock, hard and ridged and absolutely perfect. She held him in her hand, enjoying the power of knowing that she had the ability to bring this man to his knees. She licked him first, reveling in the way his body tightened, the fact that she was bringing him pleasure exciting her. And when he twined his hands in her hair and guided her mouth to his cock, she enjoyed it all the more.

She wanted it wild. Wanted to be his. To surrender to his whims. To please him and have him use her, knowing that her turn would come next and he would take her all the way to the stars.