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“Well, now you get back to work and I go out and sit at the bar since it’s my agreed upon night that Freddy and I worked out.”
I batted my lashes as a slow smile tugged at my lips. I really liked the thought of that.
“Mmm,” he hummed pleasurably. “Then I’ll help you close up and drive you back to my house, where I’m going to spend the rest of the night fucking you until you can’t move and memorizing every inch of this body that I’ve been obsessed with since I was old enough to realize cooties didn’t matter for shit.”
I let out a giggle that he quickly kissed from my lips, like he wanted to keep it for himself. “That sound good to you?”
It really freaking did. “I think I can work with that. But even if you don’t eat or drink anything, you still have to tip the bartenders handsomely,” I bartered. “You can afford it, and they depend on those tips.”
“Deal.”
With one last lingering kiss, he lowered me back to my feet and reached into his pants to adjust himself before leaving my office. And by the time I got myself cleaned up and headed to the front of the bar, he was already sitting on the stool next to Freddy, a Coke in front of each of them as they chatted like they were longtime buds.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
PRESLEY
I wasn’t sure why,but as Beau turned the car into his driveway, a rush of butterflies woke up in my stomach and took flight. I felt like a high school girl on her prom night who was finally planning on giving it up to her boyfriend. Which was ironic, considering I could still feel Beau’s ministrations from earlier every time I moved. It had caused me to squirm all night long, keeping me in a constant state of arousal. I was pretty sure from the heated looks and smiles Beau kept throwing my way, he knew exactly how crazy he’d been driving me without having to do a damn thing.
“Wow,” I breathed as I leaned forward in my seat to get a better view of his house through the windshield. “This is some place you got here.”
On the level of ostentatious, it was nowhere near his parents’ house, but it was still leaps and bounds from my older, much smaller home. Now that I saw where he was living, I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed of my own. “Man, my place must have felt like a shoe box in comparison.”
He stopped in the center of the circular drive, right in front of the door. Throwing his SUV into park, he killed the engine and turned my way. “I liked your house.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Sure you did.”
“Hey.” He reached out, taking my chin between his fingers and turning my head so I was facing him. “Don’t do that. When I say something, you need to know I mean it. I liked your house. I didn’t even think about the size. I just thought about the fact that it smelled like you, about how it felt warm and homey because of the way you decorated it. How I could see you in every corner of the place, because you made it yours. So, baby, I liked your house.” He stressed that last part slowly, leaning in so I could see the sincerity in his gaze before he gave me another of those quick pecks, like he couldn’t be close andnotkiss me.
“Come on. It’s late and you’re probably tired.”
He hopped out of the car, leaving me confused as he rounded the hood and came to my door, pulling it open for me and taking me by the hand. But he didn’t just hold it, he laced his long fingers through mine in a way that felt much more intimate, like, to him, I was something to be cherished.
“What’s with the face?” he asked, looking at me over his shoulder as he led me to the front door and unlocked it.
“It’s just... I thought you said we were gonna...” I lifted my shoulder in a shy shrug as I bit the corner of my lip. “You know.”
“Ah, yes. That I was going to fuck you until you couldn’t move?”
My cheeks caught fire as I ducked my head. “Yeah. That.”
He threw the door open, a huge grin on his face as he led me inside. “Well, I was going to, but then you yawned at least five times on the drive here. I want you to be able to enjoy our night together, not go catatonic on me because you’re exhausted.”
He started flipping light switches, illuminating the place.
“Oh.” I paused, looking around the big open space. “Wow. How—Beau, you’ve been here several weeks now, how do you still have this many boxes left to unpack?”
He looked around, his face pinched in offense. “Excuse you, but I’ve been busy.”
I snorted then curled my lips between my teeth to keep from laughing. “Busy? Or just hate unpacking so you’re finding any excuse not to do it.”
He grinned and continued pulling me through the house and down the hall. “Maybe a little of both.”
“Hey, slow down, would you?” I had to hop-skip just to keep up with his long strides. “You aren’t giving me a chance to scope the place out.”
“You can do all the scoping you want another time. After you get a full eight hours.” It was as if he were excited about the prospect of the two of us sharing a bed together. It was actually kind of... sweet. Okay, there was no kind of about it. It was incredibly sweet.
We entered what I could only assume was his bedroom, and I had to admit, I was impressed. There were no boxes in here—at least none I could see—and the décor was dark and masculine without crossing the line into gaudy or dreary. The furniture was a rich, dark wood with navy bedding and the walls were slate gray. Pops of complementing colors were with the accents, and put all together like it was, it really worked, making the room feel like a comforting embrace rather than moody and claustrophobic. The large picture window overlooking the ocean probably filled the room with natural light during the day, but the only thing it was letting in right now was a bit of silvery moonlight.
