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Ever since we got back from our camping trip, Mickie joined me in the heavy flirting at work—the locked eyes and the way neither of us seemed to be able to resist whatever the hell was developing between us was electrifying.
“I love that you call me that, and not just because it’s true, either,” I said, following her into the house and heading to where her bags were packed and ready to go.
When I turned to acknowledge her response, my breath was taken away.
“God, you’re beyond stunning,” I said, my eyes drinking in the essence of her beauty, inside and out.
She wore a long black gown that draped over her every perfect curve. Curves I’d never had the privilege of even being close to seeing. Her skin was beautifully tanned, accentuating her naturally toned and flawless figure that this dress highlighted in the best ways. Her tall, striking figure was always enough to make me dream of her on my arm these days, but now? Holy shit. What the hell did I do to deserve the attention of this woman?
“You like it?” she questioned with an excited smile and a quick twirl.
“You’re positively the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, and I mean that,” I finished with that truth.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she said.
Her voice made her even more appealing, and I had to put some sass into this conversation, or we wouldn’t make the helicopter sunset flight I’d arranged to bring us up to the Bay Area.
“I could take you right here and now and not be upset that I had to cancel our trip to San Francisco,” I teased.
She chuckled, snatching her clutch off the end table next to the foyer entrance. “Sadly, I love the opera more than you taking me right here and now. Besides,” she glanced over her shoulder, leaving me to salivate over the sultry arch of her brow and her long, cascading auburn locks flowing softly down her bare back thanks to the low cut of her gown, “I dressed for the opera, not for you to just take me.”
“After the last few days at work,” I said, walking up to her and whispering next to her ear, letting my lips gently brush the side of her cheek, “you know you want me as badly as I want you, gorgeous.”
I felt her body shudder next to mine as I pulled back and kept my face so close to hers that she wouldn’t be able to resist my lips on hers.
She didn’t flinch or step away, and that’s how I knew this would be going in the right direction for the next two days.
I brought my hand up to caress the side of her face, my thumb gently brushing over her perfect, full lips that I so eagerly needed to taste. Her eyes never once left mine, our souls somehow locked in, working together to bring this relationship to another level.
If there was one thing I knew for sure, I wouldn’t be the only one suffering and longing for this night together. I would ensure this woman wanted me as desperately as I wanted her throughout the night.
My lips gently brushed over hers, and although I wanted so much more than this right now, I had to pull back. I needed her to want me as badly as I wanted her.
“Trust me,” I whispered, my lips moving toward her jawline after she parted her lips to welcome more of my kiss, “by the time we arrive at the hotel,” my fingertips ran down the center of her back, “and I remove this dress,” I kissed along her collar bone, “you’ll be begging for all of me,” I stepped back because my dick was so fucking hard that I thought it might start speaking too, “and there will be no fucking bears to stop us.”
When my eyes returned to her hypnotic ones, I smiled in victory. This woman had no idea what I planned on doing to ravish and taste every part of her tonight.
“Um,” she said, licking her lips, “maybe it’s best if we?—”
I chuckled, “Go?”
“Yeah, that,” she answered.
I kissed her forehead. “Let’s do this doll-face.”
The helicopter banked toward the left, lending the perfect views of California’s glorious coastline, lined with rugged cliffs and immaculate beaches. This was the ideal way to get to the opera if I did say so myself.
“A flute of champagne, my darling?” I teased, giving my best Cary Grant impression.
“Why, thank you, kind sir,” she readily responded, prompting me to smile.
“So,” I pointed toward the window on her side that lent views of the coast, “down there is Big Sur. The beaches here are reminiscent of certain parts of Greece and Italy, aren’t they?”
“I’ve never been, so I wouldn’t know,” she softly laughed, taking a sip from her flute. “But it is much more beautiful here than farther south, in my opinion.”
“Well, if you’ve never seen the beaches of Greece or Italy, I’m going to have to take you there next,” I assured her with a smile.
She looked at me and grinned. “So, with all of your romancing me,” she said, “do you think either of us will ever work again? Or are we just going to continue to go on all these fun dates?”
