It wasn’t even really a decision. I knew what they’d say. That as long as I okayed the finances, they were in. Of course they would be. It was their pet project. It was my investment. Two different things.
I ran the numbers first before calling Julian and Hollin. We put the higher offer in an hour later. I still wasn’t happy about it even though they were. It was a risk. As a businessman, I accepted a certain level of risk in my life, but a haunted winery? That might be taking it too far.
I didn’t stay my irritation until Annie crawled into my bed just after midnight. Her hands tugging off my boxers, her mouth falling hot and needy on my cock. My hands threaded through her hair as she made me forget all about my abysmal afternoon.
14
Annie
The smell of coffee woke me.
I groaned and peeled my eyes open. Jordan stood with two steaming mugs in his hands. He was shirtless in nothing but a pair of black boxers. His hair was wet and floppy, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower.
“Is that for me?” I whispered, rubbing my bleary eyes.
“It’s almost noon.”
I yawned again as I took the coffee from his hand. “I was so tired.”
“I noticed that.”
“Did you already shower?” I pouted. “Without me?”
He laughed, sinking into the bed next to me. “I worked out this morning. Needed the shower.”
“How long have you been up?” I asked between sips of coffee.
The first time I’d stayed the night, Jordan had made the mistake of trying to talk to me before I had my coffee. And I wasn’t coherent enough for that. I wasn’t picky about coffee, but he was. He liked a French press or a Chemex or a cold brew. Anything but a pot or a Keurig. I’d rolled my eyes at him, but if he wanted to make me fancy coffee, then I wouldn’t complain.
“A couple hours. You looked like you needed the sleep. I wore you out last night.”
I snorted. “You mean, I wore you out.”
He grinned devilishly. “I could fix that.” He set his mug down and crawled onto the bed toward me.
I squeaked as I put down my precious life force. His lips landed on mine. He tasted like espresso and hazelnuts, and I could have drowned in his caffeinated kisses.
He rolled me over so that I was on top of him. I could feel him hardening underneath me, and I twirled my hips in a figure eight. He groaned, skimming his hands up to my face and pulling me in for another hot kiss.
“What are your plans for today?” I whispered against his lips.
“You.”
I laughed as he flipped me back over with him on top, pressing his cock against the front of my green lace panties. His hands roaming freely under the oversized white T-shirt he’d given me to sleep in last night.
“All day?” I teased as he pinched my nipple, forcing me to arch up against his hand.
“Have somewhere else to be, love?” He pushed up the shirt and replaced his mouth where his hand had just been.
I should have told him to stop calling me love. It wasn’t the first time though. I’d thought it was just a joke. He always said it in such a teasing manner that it had to be. He knew the arrangement. He was also too busy for anything but whatever we were doing right now.
Not that it explained him reaching for my hand in the hospital cafeteria.
“Work,” I finally got out as he slid down my front.
His mouth landed hot on my core as he blew against my panties. I squirmed uncontrollably. Then he hooked his fingers underneath the material, slipping two fingers inside of me before I could say anything else.
“Work can wait,” he told me.
And he wasn’t wrong. It could wait.
He worked me until I nearly climaxed before removing his fingers from inside of me. I clenched down, trying to hold him there, trying to reach that point where I fell over and off into oblivion. But he just smirked at me as he pulled the panties off and tossed them to the floor along with his boxers.
His hands gripped my hips, and he flipped me over, pulling my ass high into the air before settling between my legs.
“Mmm,” he purred.
He slid his still-wet fingers over my opening. Swirling them around and around until I thought I’d come. I was teetering on the edge. Then his cock pressed against the opening of my pussy, and he slid in easily. I was so worked up that it took no effort, even from that angle. In one deep, long thrust, he was inside of me. Then he built a rhythm that bordered on painful. If I hadn’t been so turned on, it would have hurt more. But right now, all I could feel was how fucking amazing this all was until I was screaming into the pillow as I came apart.