Page 66 of Just One Chance

"Maybe the downstairs rooms can have mass-produced furniture, and the upstairs can be custom. We could demand higher prices for those rooms because of the layout and design."

"That's not a bad idea." And I only felt a small twinge at the fact that he'd come up with the solution when I hadn't been able to. "It's kind of nice to bounce ideas off someone. Usually, I work alone."

"You think it's a viable option?"

"It could work." I still needed to talk to his parents about it. But I had a feeling they were looking for a solution that would be right for everyone, save money, but also utilize their son's talents. "Would you be able to make more rocking chairs for the patio and porches at the inn? I feel those should be handcrafted. If anyone wants to take one home, they could ask at the front desk. Would you be able to ship them?"

Boone huffed out a breath. "You want me to sell the rocking chairs to guests all over the country?"

"It's just an idea. I’d need to figure out the shipping."

"I'm sure it's not cheap, but maybe they'd be willing to pay for it."

"You said you sell a lot of dining-room tables. Maybe this can be another product that sells easily. It takes more time to make things from scratch, but what if you had a couple of pieces that were signature items."

"I thought you were supposed to be helping the inn," Boone said carefully.

"It was just an idea. I got so excited about your idea for the inn's furniture that my creative juices were flowing again." I wasn't used to feeling so stuck, and now that I'd opened my mind to his suggestion, other ideas were flowing easily again.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that idea. I kind of like it, actually."

I was thrilled about our ideas, and I wanted to celebrate with him. I stood and moved toward him. His gaze followed my movement.

I straddled his thick thighs, and my fingers curled in his hair. "Thank you for unblocking me."

He chuckled. "I didn't think I did much of anything."

"You had that idea, and it opened something inside me."

He cupped my cheek. "You're welcome."

"I want to celebrate."

His eyes flashed with desire. "What did you have in mind?"

I lowered my lips to his and kissed him. It went from a slow exploration to demanding in seconds.

He stood and carried me to the door. "I need more room for what I want to do to you."

I only broke away when he carried me up the stairs. He was so strong and capable. No man in Miami would be able to lift me like this. Boone was my very own mountain man, and I never wanted to give him up. Which meant that I was in big trouble.

He opened the door and carried me into his apartment.

Tonight, I was all for getting lost in him. In forgetting about my impending departure. He placed me on the bed but remained standing.

He unbuttoned his flannel shirt. I scrambled off the bed to help him with his buckle.

I shoved his jeans down and dropped to my knees on the soft rug.

Looking up at him from my lashes, his expression was absolutely feral. I gripped his cock, looking up at him.

His hand rested in my hair, not demanding, not pushing.

I licked the tip, savoring the salty flavor. Then I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him into my mouth. I kept a steady rhythm of pumping his cock with my hands and sucking him deep.

A low growl emanated from his throat.

I'd never felt more powerful.