He shot me a wink and looked back at Aaron. “So, how do you feel about baseball? Remi and I talked about catching a home game sometime. We’d love it if you’d join us.”
I slapped a hand over my mouth. He might as well have offered Aaron a root canal.
Aaron frowned. “So very tempting, but I’m sure I have to work.”
“Weekend night game?” Bowen offered, the side of his mouth twitching.
“Especially then.” Aaron glanced at his watch and then pushed to his feet. “Speaking of, I should probably get back to the office.”
Bowen immediately stood and extended a hand. “Well, it was great to meet you.”
“Yeah,” Aaron mumbled. “You too. I’ll see you at home, Remi.” He slanted his head. “Or is tonight another girls’ night out?”
Bowen grinned and gave my hand a pointed squeeze. We didn’t have plans, but I was certainly more than willing to make some.
“I’ll let you know.”
With that, Aaron put his hand out as he walked past, and I slapped it in a low five. He went straight to the counter, whispered something to the barista that made her giggle, and then headed out the door with nothing but swagger in his step.
My eyes darted to Bowen. “Well, that could have gone better.”
He finally took a sip of his coffee. “What are you talking about? I thought it went great. He’s a nice guy who obviously cares about you a lot. I automatically like him.”
“Good, because death threats aside, he’s the best.”
“I have no doubt he is.” He dipped his head and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Now let’s talk about this girls’ night. You want to do dinner after work then head back to my place for a movie? I’m not great at nail polish or face masks, but I make killer popcorn.” He kissed the back of my hand and then lowered it to his lap, hidden by the table. Resting my hand right on top of his cock.
My eyes flashed wide, and I bit the inside of my cheek. Not the least bit scandalized, but thoroughly turned on. And just because the torture could not be limited to me, I traced my thumb up his thickening length.
“Easy,” he rumbled.
I leaned in close enough for my breath to whisper over his ear. “Or we could skip dinner and order takeout?” Using my palm, I gave his cock as much of a stroke as his slacks would allow.
He caught my wrist, his heated gaze holding mine. “Chinese it is. Pack an overnight bag.”
Bowen
“Yes,” she breathed, hunched over in the shower. Her soft curves were pinned to my front, hot water cascading down around us, my fingers playing between her legs, teasing her clit. “Bowen!” she gasped, reaching up to grip the back of my neck.
She was about to come again. I could feel it building, her muscles tightening, her legs shaking. She was barely even breathing anymore. At this point, I could write an entire fucking manual on how to make this woman come.
It had been a long night of lovemaking. We’d started with a picnic of moo shu chicken laid out across the coffee table, but my main course was a very naked and wet Remi Grey.
My body ached. Muscles I hadn’t known I had screamed from overuse. And we both had to get showered, dressed, properly caffeinated, and then off to work.
Still, I wanted more.
“Wider,” I ordered, nudging the inside of her thighs with my hand.
I couldn’t get enough of her, and only part of that had to do with her body. Though I couldn’t keep track of how many times I’d gotten her off, my number was significantly lower, but only because biology was a merciless son of a bitch.
She must have been sore, but she stepped to the side and opened her body for me yet again. Insatiable.
So much for getting cleaned up before breakfast.
I drove into her from behind with devastating control. Her beautiful round ass pressed against my hips as I bottomed out inside her.
“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, folding over and slapping her hand against the wall for balance.
I worked her slow and gentle, sliding a hand up the delicate curve of her back before curling it around to cup her breast. Her echoing moans were a symphony as I started a rhythm of deep thrusts.
She stepped over the edge first, her tight heat milking the orgasm from my cock.
How I remained upright would forever be a mystery, but as I came with her name torn from my throat, I folded over on top of her. Panting and spent, my thighs on fire, I rested my head between her shoulder blades.
“You have got to stop seducing me,” I rasped.
“You’re right. I never should have asked you to pass the shampoo. How very thoughtless and manipulative of me.”
