He gave each of the dogs a treat for sitting good.
He couldn’t help but stare at her. The sun hit her perfectly, illuminating her already perfect brown skin tone. God, he loved looking at her. He wanted to wrap her curls around his fist as he claimed her mouth. He wanted to do a hell of a lot more than that, too.
She wore a pair of denim shorts and a crop top shirt. The outfit molded to every single curve of her body, highlighting her beautiful ass and full tits.
Not only did Sugar have a killer body, her mind turned him on as well. She was an intelligent woman and he loved the conversations they had.
None of it was about sex or money.
When they weren’t in the boardroom, they even talked through plot points of their favorite shows. That’s how obsessed he was with her. Women had never meant anything to him before. They always got in the way of work. With Sugar, she’d somehow managed to make her way into his heart and that was what terrified him. Especially since they hadn’t known each other all that long.
She paid for their ice cream and came toward him. “Here you go.” She handed him one while licking at the other. She took Poppy’s lead, and they entered the dog run.
He watched her bend down.
“Nope, this is not for you. We’ll get you some ice cream when we get home, little miss.” She let Poppy go and she was on her way home. Next, she did the same with Boscoe.
They took one of the spare benches, eating their ice cream while watching the dogs play.
“I actually really love coming here at the end of a long day at the office,” he said.
She chuckled. “It’s addictive. You know, I never used to come here. I had Poppy because she’s a Pomeranian and I figured it would make her a good house dog. Then one day, I saw she was unhappy and she’d sit near the door, looking outside. I couldn’t do it. I got a lead, took her out, found this place, and I’ve been coming back here every single night. She loves it.”
“I love coming here with you.”
He chanced a glance toward her.
“I love coming here with you. It’s fun to have some company.”
Company wasn’t what he was going for. They were still negotiating as companies and she’d warned him that they couldn’t be anything more than friends. That didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about it.
How good she’d feel underneath him as he stripped each layer of clothes off, spreading her thighs, teasing her pussy.
He shouldn’t be thinking about fucking her, taking her hard—and yet all he could wonder was if she’d be a screamer or silent as he fucked her or made love to her.
Finishing off his ice cream did little to soften the arousal building inside him.
“You make me laugh so much,” Sugar said. “I had no idea you had a sense of humor.”
“Yep, I totally do. I’m a stand-up comedian. You know me. I know how to make my audience laugh.”
She snorted.
The dogs were racing back and forth, Boscoe slowing down so that Poppy could keep up. They were the best of friends, and it made him wish he and Sugar were in sync like that.
Sugar was still licking away at her ice cream and Colton had to look away. The sight of her tongue flicking out and then the tip going into her mouth where she’d suck on it was making him think of other things she could put her mouth around.
Don’t ruin a good thing.
Tapping his leg up and down, he tried to think of sheep, taxes, Boscoe’s mess around his apartment to try and stop thinking about her lips around his dick.
11
They stopped in front of her building and Sugar felt her heart race. A breeze picked back up, moving the curls along her cheeks, tickling her face and causing her arousal to heighten even further. Poppy sat by her feet, Boscoe doing the same by Colton.
Sugar couldn’t help but stare at his face, the masculine features, the way he made her heart flutter, her belly tighten. She licked her lips and looked down, knowing what she wanted to say but fearing she didn’t have the courage.
The truth was what she wanted to do with him, say to him, probably wasn’t the best idea. Their companies were in the middle of a merger. Getting involved with Colton in any way that was not professional was crossing lines, wasn’t it?
“Do you want to come up for a drink?” The words came out of her before she could stop them, before she could really try and talk herself out of it. But the truth was she probably wouldn’t have tried to talk herself out of it.
She wanted Colton, the memory of the kiss still so fresh in her mind despite the time that had passed. And the way he looked at her, watched her with that smoldering gaze, told her he wanted her as well.