Page 17 of House Rules
“So that’s a yes?”
“What’s that?” I ask, unable to keep my thoughts focused.
“You here on business?”
“I am.”
“I thought so. I saw you at Hotel Royal last night, and again this morning. I’m staying there, too. On business.” She moves closer until our legs are touching. “Nights get lonely away from home, though, don’t they?”
“They can,” I say when the waiter brings me my three drinks. But my nights are anything but boring, or routine. Sex had gotten a bit mundane lately, but Kennedy has breathed new life into me.
She twirls her empty glass, a ploy to get me to refill it.
“Please pour her another of whatever she’s having,” I say to the bartender, and stand. “I have to go. I’m here on business.”
“I’ll see you later, then?” she asks.
I just nod, not wanting to be rude but not sure why she thinks we’ll be seeing each other later, either. I make my way across the room with the three drinks.
I step back up to Kennedy and Cochrane, and they are immersed in conversation about the local museum. Cochrane seems impressed with her. And why wouldn’t he be? She’s beautiful, intelligent, fun, and sexy. Everything a guy could ever want.
“Hey,” Dawson says. “Kitten, huh?”
“Yeah, Kitten.”
“You find her at the club?”
“Yeah, something like that.” I’d found her many, many years ago, when my sister brought her home. I couldn’t do anything back then about how I felt. I’d sure done something about it this time, but the problem was one weekend with her wasn’t going to be enough.
I break into their conversation, and after a while, Kennedy excuses herself so Cochrane and I can talk business. The whole time, I keep casting Kennedy glances to make sure she’s okay, but the only one in the room who isn’t okay is me.
As the business meeting closes—and I have a damn good feeling about this relationship with Cochrane Industries—I find Kennedy and lead her outside, back to the limo.
She slides in and a soft moan catches in her throat. I smile at her. Despite the sexy toy she’s wearing, she managed to pull off the fake fiancée act and impress my client. My heart squeezes.
“Come here.”
Her eyes widen as I slide my hand around her neck and draw her mouth to mine. I kiss her, enjoying the taste of bourbon on her tongue. She leans into me, and I deepen the kiss. Fuck, I could spend the rest of the night kissing her, but we have a concert to get to. First, though, I want to take a drive through the park. I lean forward and instruct the driver, and tell him to go slow.
I roll the window up for privacy and turn to Kennedy, aching to bury my mouth between her legs. I must have one hell of a look on my face because her eyes widen and she asks, “What?”
Instead of answering, I press a button and the moon roof overhead rolls open. I pat the seat. “Stand. Look out.”
“Isn’t that kind of dangerous?” she asks.
“Driver’s going slow. You’ll be fine.”
She gives me a dubious look, like she knows I’m up to something else. “If you say so.”
“Up, now,” I say, eager to get my mouth on her.
I help her stand, and she pokes her head through the opening. I shift in my seat and place my hands on her thighs. Her body vibrates, and it brings a big fucking smile to my face. I look up at her, and her eyes are only half open, her hair flowing in the wind. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her more beautiful.
I move her hips to stimulate the toy inside her, then grip her sexy lace panties and tear them clear from her hips. I hear her gasp, and lust prowls through me. I slide my hands up her thighs and push her legs open. She widens for me, and I lean in and press my mouth to her sweet pussy. I circle her clit, and she’s already so turned on from the toy buzzing inside her she begins to quake beneath my invasion.
I lick her clit, flatten my tongue and taste her from bottom to top, widening her lips and sucking her hard nub into my mouth. I can’t see her face, but I can only imagine her eyes are rolling back in her head like they do when she comes for me.
Later tonight I’ll position her so I can watch her come, but right now I just need to taste her heat. I move her hips to stimulate the toy as I pay homage to her sweet pussy. In no time at all, her muscles begin to clench. My heart thunders as she gives in to the pleasure, and I stay between her legs and lick, not daring to miss any of her sweet nectar.
