Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

Various acknowledgements ring throughout the room. I’m pretty sure I heard, “Is that what the kids are calling it now?” thrown in there somewhere.

Drew extends his hand. “C’mon, Charlee. Don’t worry; I won’t bite.” He winks. “Unless you want me to.”

Without warning, I get several flashes of him doing just that. My shoulders, my breasts, the bottom of my ear lobe. All while moving inside of me. Drew definitely likes to use his teeth during sex. A flush spreads throughout my body and my pussy throbs. When our eyes connect, I’m certain he can read my thoughts because he leans into me as his eyes flash with awareness.

He clears his throat. “So...yeah...let’s get started then.”

Drew’s fingers flex as I take his hand and allow him to lead me out of the room. We walk down a long hallway where he points out a gym, a conference room, an office, and each individual bunk that closely resembles a single dorm room. I laugh when I think about Drew trying to fit on a twin-sized bed.

“I thought you guys all slept in one room, like in boot camp or something.”

He laughs. “Nah, only the older stations have those now.”

One of the bunks has a pink blanket spread over the bed, with sequined throw pillows, and the desk has a sparkly pink runner draped over it. I nod toward the room. “Which one of the guys has an obsession with pink?”

Drew laughs. “That’s Faith’s room. She’s a badass in the field but definitely the girliest girl I’ve ever met outside of it. She’s not on shift today so you’ll have to meet her another time.”

“Wow, I should have my lady card revoked assuming that only men worked here.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, honey. It’s a male-dominated field so you wouldn’t be the first person to think that. Plus, I happen to like your lady card.”

I chuckle. “Is that so?”

He stops in front of the last room. “This one’s mine.”

There’s so much implied in those three little words. I will my beaver to slow her roll and gesture to the laptop on the desk. “Can we use that to pull up the website I was showing you on the plane yesterday?”

“Yeah, it’s my personal computer.”

He steps into the room so I follow. There’s barely enough space for him, let alone two of us, so I’m forced to stand right beside him, breathing in his woodsy cologne. Fuck, I want him so badly. With each memory that surfaces, I’m reminded of how hot we are in bed together. There’s never been any doubt whether or not Drew and I have chemistry, but the little bits and pieces that I can recall of doing the deed were the hottest sexual experiences of my life. And I want more.

“Drew—”

“Should we—” He clears his throat. “You first.”

I reach my arm out and push the door closed. “I don’t want to talk, Drew.”

“Oh thank fuck.” Before I can say another word, he’s shoving his tongue down my throat.

I gasp when Drew picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist like I weigh no more than a feather. I’m a feminist through and through but I can’t tell you that it doesn’t turn me on that he is so much stronger than I am. When he pushes me against the wall and grinds his monster cock into the apex between my thighs, I damn near come apart. Drew is the very definition of an alpha male and every female part of me responds to that. Not only how unbelievable sexy and powerful he is, but also how protective and caring he is, as evidenced by the way he’s cradling my head so I don’t leave a skull-shaped dent in the drywall. It’s all the little subconscious things he does daily that most people don’t notice. I don’t think he even notices, but I’ve been keeping a mental catalog since the day we met.

I groan when he pulls my shirt over my head and sucks my nipple though my lacy bra.

“Fuck, Charlee, you make me crazy.”

“Right back at ya, Big Guy,” I pant.

He unclasps my bra with skilled precision and starts nibbling the underside of my breast as soon as it’s freed. “We really shouldn’t be doing this,” he mutters against my skin.

I squeal when he pinches my nipples. “Why not?”

He grunts as he shoves his cock into me harder, desperately seeking friction. Why are we still wearing clothes?

“You know why not.”

Oh Christ, not this again. “Well, we are technically married for the time being. Might as well take advantage of that.”

Drew lifts his head to offer me a smile. “Right. There’s nothing wrong with a man banging his wife.”