“It’s mostly Frankie’s money,” I lied. Technically, I had fifty-one percent ownership.
“I don’t know if I can deal with this,” she went on. Her face was set into the opposite of relaxed.
I pulled her to an abrupt stop, knowing I couldn’t wait another minute.
Twisted like the front section of her hair, I found myself fucking attracted to all the things by which I should only be put off.
She started to grumble at first, but the ability to speak quickly left her as I pushed her back against the nearest building and skimmed my lips against the warm, pink skin of hers. “If you don’t want my tongue in your mouth, you better say so fast.”
Her eyes had only the time to widen before my tongue traced the seam of her lips and forced their blue ferocity closed. All the air in her lungs left in a rush, traveling from her mouth to mine and straight down the line of my throat and into my chest. I knew it didn’t work like that, the actual air that she breathed out sustaining me—the science of oxygen and carbon dioxide wouldn’t allow it—but, God, in that moment, as her tongue circled the tip of mine, it couldn’t have felt more like it did.
Hands eager, I dove into her hair, tangling the tresses among my fingers until she couldn’t easily pull free. Each flick of her tongue pushed me further, begged me to come closer, and I obliged, overjoyed to make any one of her wishes and desires come true. Her nails dug into the skin of my biceps, scratching noticeably deeper when I pushed her tongue back into her mouth with my own and ate at the corners of her lips with sucking nibbles and slight pinches of my teeth.
At her moan, my dick swelled, and the feeling of getting jostled closer was the only thing that stopped me from running my lips from throat to nipple.
Sweet fuck, her skin tasted like a dream. If I hadn’t spent the entire day in her company, I would have thought she’d showered in the juice of the sweetest fruit. But she’d only taken one shower, and it had been with me.
I pulled away slightly, but she followed, sealing her lips to mine until I was too tall to reach.
“Come on, honey,” I urged gently, running a hand through her tangled hair courtesy of the rough bricks of the building behind her and finishing with a wink. “I’ll give you more of that later.”
Her eyes narrowed, but the tightening of her lids did nothing to lessen the sparkle of arousal in her eyes.
With a tug at her hips, I pulled her off the wall and pushed her in front of me with a hand at her back to guide her.
She glanced back at it in disgust, ever independent, but I didn’t move it an inch. I’d always been a fan of affection, but I liked touching her every opportunity I got in a way that it would take more than a few dirty looks to make me stop.
When we came to a stop in front of the building, I watched as she looked up at the two-story-tall neon sign and stared.
“This is it.”
She nodded. Not in disinterest, and not in a you’re-an-idiot kind of way. No, the fire in her eyes was more proud than passive, and I had the strangest feeling of growth in my chest.
I’d obviously done my fair share in the world of business, but most of it had been born of natural talent rather than interest. This, however, was something that came straight from my heart.
It was Frankie’s livelihood, but it was my home. I felt comfortable here in a way I didn’t really even understand.
But she looked like she did. I wanted desperately to see through a window into her mind.
Maybe then I’d be able to understand if she was feeling all of the things I was feeling.
What started out as a game of pranks and a constant battle of wills had turned into something that didn’t feel superficial at all.
Somewhere along the line, the playbook had changed for me. I didn’t understand the details of how I’d gotten here, and I had no idea if anything had changed for her, but I knew to my soul that I wanted more.
Of her laughter, her attitude, her ability to keep me on my fucking toes—the way she lived her life. I was nearly insatiable for all of it. All of her.
“Come on,” I called, bringing her eyes from their exploration to me. “Let’s go inside.”
The bell over the door rang as we stepped in, and Frankie’s eyes came up from the portrait tattoo he was working on in the open station in the back. We had private rooms too, but when Frankie was working by himself, he stayed up front to keep an eye on things.
He gave an interested nod, seeing as bringing a woman here was pretty much the exact opposite of my normal routine, but then went back to it.
Come to think of it, I’d never brought a woman here. Something about everything it meant to me had stopped me.
I’d never even considered not bringing Cass here tonight.
My eyebrows pinched together involuntarily. I wasn’t quite sure why that was.
“Wow, this place is fantastic!” she spouted, her eyes bouncing from one piece of artwork on the walls to the next. Some of them were mine, but I wasn’t quite ready to tell her that yet.