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In the past two years, Dane has transformed it from a run-down hovel into a warm, homey shack just waiting for people to come and enjoy amazing fresh food and impossibly gorgeous views of the Pacific coastline. Shiny booths and tables are arranged near the vast windows. The decor combines nautical and ocean themes—fishing nets, seashell light fixtures, anchors, and an undersea mural custom-painted by my artist friend Deb, who does all of my Milk & Honey graphic designs.
I go around the narrow, curved bar and push open the swinging doors leading to the kitchen. Dane is attaching a faucet hose to the new sink, his back to me. He’s humming along with Elvis, his deep voice vibrating on the salty air.
After admiring him from behind—his jeans that mold perfectly to his long legs and firm ass, the way his white T-shirt strains against his shoulders and back muscles, the thickness of his dark hair—I approach and slide my arms around his waist.
“Hi, handsome.” I stand on tiptoe and kiss the back of his neck.
He startles for an instant before turning to face me, his eyes lighting up with pleasure. “I didn’t know you were stopping by.”
“My meeting in the city finished up sooner than I expected, so I thought I’d see if you could take off early.”
“Of course.” He brushes his lips against mine. “How’d the meeting go?”
“Pretty good.” I deliberately keep my voice nonchalant, though I can barely contain my excitement. “That is, if you count a major venture capitalist investment offer that will allow Milk and Honey to source all organic and fair-trade ingredients, create a full range of sustainable packaging, and expand into dozens of new global sectors.”
“Hmm.” He slides his mouth to my neck. “Nice.”
“Dane.” I tap his chest and try to ignore the pleasant shivers running over my skin. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Mmm.” He licks my collarbone.
“They offered me a huge investment offer. Massive, both for Milk and Honey, and Scotch and Clover. This is going to launch my company into another stratosphere. Into the big leagues. Aren’t you excited?”
“Oh, yeah.” He takes my hand and presses it to the front of his jeans, where his erection is already growing.
“Dane.” I inject a note of impatience in my voice, even as I squeeze his groin. “I don’t think you’re listening.”
He huffs out a laugh, rubbing his thumb against my neck. “I’m listening, baby. The venture capitalist firm offered you a shit ton of money. That’s fantastic. Every person in the world should know about Milk and Honey. You’ve worked so hard, and you deserve all your success. I’m just not at all surprised. I knew they’d make you an offer. But even if they hadn’t, you’d have found another way to expand your company globally and to create a hundred amazing new products.”
He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, his expression warm. “You’re an entrepreneur, Hannah. A tycoon. A ball of fucking fire. You’re brilliant and driven, and you love what you do. You care about your products and customers. You’re unstoppable. So, yeah, the investment will help you expand faster, but even if the firm hadn’t offered you a penny, you’d still be heading into another stratosphere. Not because of an investment. Because ofyou.”
“Oh lord.” I press my hands to my cheeks as my eyes fill with happy tears. “Every time I think I couldn’t possibly love you more, you say or do something like this.”
“I’m telling you the truth.” He leans back against the sink and pulls me closer, settling me into the V of his legs. “Never think the success of Milk and Honey is due to anything or anyone but you. It’s your vision and creation. You’re the one who built it from the ground up.”
He bends to kiss me, brushing away my inevitable tears with his thumbs as he tilts my head to just the right angle. We indulge in a long, slow kiss that makes his cock harden against my belly, and within seconds, he’s fondling my breasts.
“You look damn sexy in everything,” he murmurs, sliding his hand under my suit jacket. “But these suits and heels of yours give me dirty teacher fantasies.”
With a laugh, I press myself against his groin. “I could be convinced to act out some of those fantasies, you know.”
“Oh, I know.” He grins and starts adeptly unfastening the pearl buttons on my silk shirt.
“Isn’t the crew coming back to work?” I ask breathlessly, my blood already heating.
“Nope. They’re gone for the day.” He opens my shirt and lets out a breath of appreciation at the sight of the silk-and-lace camisole I’m wearing underneath. “Which means I can ravish my wife in a thousand different ways. Step back and strip for me.”
With Elvis’s mellow voice in the background, I take a few steps back and perform a little striptease—sliding my jacket off, shimmying out of my skirt, slowly lowering the straps on my camisole.
Dane watches me hungrily, the bulge of his cock almost bursting through his jeans. I toss my discarded clothes over a chair and slide my bra and panties off, leaving me in nothing but my navy heels. By the time I do another spin and hip shake, Dane has unzipped his jeans and taken his cock in his hand.
A bolt of heat shoots through me. I stop and stare as he rubs the thick shaft and swirls his thumb over the glossy head.
“God, Dane,” I breathe. “Makes me so hot watching you do that.”
“Get back here,” he orders gruffly, pointing at the spot right in front of him. “You’ve been over there too long.”
I laugh and hurry back to him. Our bodies and mouths collide in an explosion of lust both familiar and new every single time. We touch and kiss until we work ourselves into a fever. He turns me around, and I brace my hands on the sink as he pushes his thigh between my legs.
