Sandy - Vested Interest

He twirled me again. “I think the question is, how do you feel about it?”

“I feel good.”

“It shows.” His grip on my waist tightened. “That’s all I—we—want for you, Sandy. For you to be happy.”

“I spoke to Aaron this week. He called me.”

“And he said…?” Bentley let the question trail away, watching me closely. He knew I was close with Max’s son. Our friendship had been strong all through my relationship with his father.

I smiled, recalling Aaron’s words.

“Colin tells me you’re seeing someone.”

“Oh, ah, yes, I am,” I replied, the worry evident in my voice.

“Why did I hear it from him, Sandy?”

“I wasn’t sure how to tell you. How you would react,” I confessed.

He chuckled. “You dating again? I’m thrilled. You should be living and enjoying, Sandy.” His voice became teasing. “Is he younger? Finally got your boy toy?”

“No, my age.” I swallowed. “It’s Jordan Hayes from the office.”

“Ah, great guy. Dad liked him.”

“Yes. I—I like him as well.”

“I figured.” Then he paused dramatically. “Jeez—I’m not gonna have to call him Dad, am I? It was hard enough to explain a stepmom my age, never mind if I have to face that too,” he teased.

I laughed with him. “I think Jordan will do.”

“Whew. I’m coming down in a few weeks to meet him. Give him the gears.”

“I’ll warn him.”

“You do that.”

“He was fine. He’s coming to meet Jordan. ‘Give him the gears,’ I think he said.”

“Jordan’s up to the task. I have no worries.” Bentley smirked, leading me in a twirl.

“I think so too. Jordan looks forward to meeting him.”

Bentley winked. “Then things are progressing well. I’m pleased.”

A hand appeared, tapping Bentley on the shoulder. “Sorry to cut in, Bentley, but all you boys have stolen my woman long enough,” Jordan stated.

Bentley chuckled, good-natured. “I supposed we have had her long enough. We have to share.”

The meaning behind his words was obvious. Jordan smiled. “Yeah, you have. I’ve got it from here.”

Bentley leaned down and kissed my cheek. He placed my hand in Jordan’s and clapped him on the shoulder. “Yes, I think you do.”The hotel room was spacious and comfortable. We barely made it in the door before Jordan had me in his arms, heading for the bed. I laughed as I clung to his shoulders. He made me feel special—safe and protected.

He set me beside the bed, turning me around and unzipping my dress. He followed the path of the zipper with his lips, kissing down my spine.

“Jesus, you’re naked under here,” he groaned and spun me around, hooking the thin straps down my arms. “Shimmy for me one more time tonight, Sandy.”

I did as he requested, the sparkling dress glittering at my feet.

My grin matched his. “Lose the suit.”

In seconds, he was naked, his well-tailored clothes tossed behind him.

“I want to have you with those shoes on, my darling,” he breathed out.

“You can have me any way you want me.”

He groaned and sank to his knees. He tugged off one shoe, then the other, both of them added to the pile behind him, carelessly discarded. “Later,” he promised, kissing his way up my leg.

I shivered as he stroked his hands up, smoothing them over the backs of my thighs, pulling me flush to his mouth, kissing my center. “Right now, I need you. All of you.”

He cupped my ass, stroking and kneading. “I hope you don’t expect to get much sleep tonight.”

Peering down, I smiled. “No.”

He stood, tossing me on the bed as if I weighed nothing. He crawled up the mattress, hovering over me. “Good.”

I pulled him down to my mouth. “Yes, it is.”

With a low groan, he kissed me.

And I was lost.I sighed in contentment, curled up against Jordan’s shoulder. He brushed his hand up and down my arm in long, gentle passes. I felt his breath stir my hair, the warmth of his skin under my cheek, and the strength of his muscles under my fingers.

“All right, my darling?”

I peeked up at him. “More than all right.”

“You were wonderful.”

I chuckled, running my fingers over his chest. “You were rather spectacular yourself.”

I felt his smile against my head. “We’re spectacular together.”

I hummed in agreement. The room was quiet for a few moments, both of us basking in the warmth of the moment.

“Your feet still sore?”

I wiggled my toes. “A little. I danced a lot, and those heels were high.”

“Those heels were sexy. So was that damn dress. They were made for you to dance in.” He chuckled low in his chest. “And for me to look at you while you did.”

“I’m glad you liked them.”

He pulled me closer. “I like how you feel in my arms, Sandy. We should go dancing more. There are a couple of clubs with special dance nights for waltzing and the like. Would you like to go?”

The thought of dancing with Jordan thrilled me. He was an excellent dancer—as confident as Bentley, but with more experience. He had proved to be an excellent partner tonight, surprising me with his moves.