Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

I laugh and lean forward until she’s forced to lie back. Hovering over her, I say, “We have plenty of time for that later.” I pull my phone out of my pocket and check the time. “We still have another forty minutes and I intend to use every one of them to devour you.”

Her eyes flash with heat as the fight leaves her body. “I’m really sensitive. You’d have to be gentle.”

I scoot down her body. “I can do gentle, baby.”

And that’s exactly what I do until we’re pulling in front of our hotel.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHARLEE

“Hurry up,” I whine.

Drew digs the keycard out of his wallet at an annoyingly slow pace. “What’s the matter, baby? You can’t wait to hop on my dick?”

I narrow my eyes. Mostly because he’s right.

“You wish,” I huff.

Drew laughs and leans down to kiss me, melting my irritation. “You’re right; I do wish.” I yelp when he scoops me up bridal-style and holds the key against the door.

I smack his shoulder. “What are you doing? Put me down!”

He turns the handle when the light turns green. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m carrying my bride over the threshold.”

Oh. I like that idea.

When I don’t say anything in response, Drew gives me his signature panty-melting grin and carries me inside. He sets me to my feet, grabs the bottle of champagne out of my hands, and takes a long gulp.

“Are you going to share that?” I ask.

The bottle was already uncorked in the limo but we didn’t exactly have time to drink it, so we took it to go and proceeded to chug straight from the bottle. We’re classy like that.

Drew grabs my hand, leading me into the attached bedroom. He props our wedding photo on the nightstand and hands me the champagne bottle so I can take a quick swig. “We can have more later. After I get you naked.”

I smile as I set the bottle on the dresser. “I can get onboard with this plan. But only if you’re naked too.”

He laughs and grips each one of my hips, pulling me into him. “I’m okay with that plan.”

I nibble his stubbled jaw. “What are we waiting for?”

“I have no fucking clue.” Before I can say anything else, Drew is lifting my arms and pulling my dress straight over my head. He eyeballs my boobs and bites his lip. “Hello, ladies. I’ve missed you so much.”

I start to laugh but that quickly dies out when he pushes the cups down and sucks my right nipple into his mouth. “Aaah, fuck.”

I can feel his smile against my skin. “That’s the idea, honey.”

I fumble with the button on his pants, practically screaming in delight as I lower the zipper and grip his cock through his black boxer briefs. “Christ, I don’t know if this thing is going to fit.”

He unclasps my bra and throws it across the room. “I’ll make sure it fits, baby.” He resumes palming and licking my breasts. “God, I love your tits.”

“They love you, too,” I pant. Drew starts backing me into the king-sized bed but I halt when I remember something. “Hold on. Where’s my purse?”

“Who the fuck cares?” he murmurs against my skin.

I spot it on the floor about five feet away. I don’t even remember dropping it. “There it is! I need something out of it.”

Drew releases a sigh as he pulls away from me but he grabs it for me nonetheless. “What could you possibly need out of this right now?”