Page 80 of Whiskey Lies


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“You and that sexy mouth. You are not going to distract me from my plans this evening.”

My brows rise. “My sexy mouth?”

“Oh, don’t even pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. When you talk to me in that professional tone, I can’t help but want to bend you over my couch.”

My tongue goes to my cheek. “But what would you do with me bent over like that?” I ask in a shocked tone.

Cash chuckles. “Stop! I’m not letting you win this time.” He shakes his head at me and pulls my hand into his as he leads me through his new living space. “I am taking you on a tour. I want to know what you think.”

“Does it end in the bedroom? Or wait, don’t tell me, the shower?”

Cash stops walking, and I snap into his embrace. I bite my lip as he stares into my eyes. “I’m going to make you pay for that later.”

“Promise?” I ask, truly begging for whatever he has planned.

Cash closes his eyes as if he’s struggling, and I lean my forehead against his chest. “Sorry, I’ll stop.”

His hands move behind my head, and he looks down at me. “Don’t ever stop, Angel. Please. I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I am right now in this moment with you.”

Beads of happiness swirl and crash and scream and dance inside me. I know I’ve never been as happy as I am in this moment either. Right now it feels so easy with Cash. So right. It scares the shit out of me. “Show me your new home, Cash.”

He leads me through his apartment—excuse me, the top floor of an office building in Boston cannot adequately be described as an apartment. There are rooms upon rooms upon rooms. And that doesn’t include the gym equipped with not one but two Pelotons, a screening room with eight massaging chairs to watch movies, and the pièce de résistance, the hot tub and lap pool on the roof. As we stand under the stars, looking out over the city, I’m awestruck.

I haven’t said two words the entire time; my chin was too close to the floor to lift for words. Finally, I say, “Cash, this place is insane.”

He smiles at me. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? What’s there not to like?”He hums as he wraps his arms around my waist and slides his head between my neck and shoulder, sending a breath of warm air into my ear and an electric shock between my legs. “Having you here, I already like this place better.”

I laugh against his chest, and his arms wrap tighter around me. “Okay, you better tell me your other plans before I destroy them and jump you right here.”

Cash’s laugh reverberates against my back. “Now that’s something I’d like to see.” He lowers his lips to my neck and leaves a trail of kisses on my skin.

“Food, Cash, now. We need sustenance first.”

He smiles into my skin and bites me. “Fine. But only because you asked nicely. I could think of a few things I would prefer to eat.”

I whirl around. “A few?”

He lifts his eyebrows with all sorts of suggestion, and I practically squirm thinking of where else he could stick his tongue.

God, he’s dirty. Or maybe I am.

So, it’s both of us. We are both dirty. Which is why we are now sitting in his bathtub—one that is the size of three regular bathtubs—and I’m lying in Cash’s arms as he rubs his soapy fingers up and down my body. With my back to his front, I feel his hard length against me, and his lips keep dropping kisses across my skin, scattering goosebumps all over my body.

“Favorite food?” Cash asks.

We’ve been playing this game for a while. “I want to know everything about you,” he had whispered in my ear, as he washed my hair.

“Pizza,” I reply.

Cash nips at my skin. “See, you are perfect.”

I elbow him. “Don’t get me wrong, I do love a dirty martini and a steak.”

“First meal I ever bought you.”

I close my eyes and lean against him. “What about you?”

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