Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
But when the female bartender blatantly checks me out, Abby just smiles and says, “I know, he’s hot, right?”
The bartender blushes, agrees and retreats. I put a hand on Abby’s thigh and fuck if she doesn’t bite her lip in a way that makes me hard yet again.
“I’m sorry I had to run out so quick after last time,” I say.
“It’s okay.” She waves a hand dismissively. “I had to run, too. I sometimes cram too many meetings into these trips.”
“So what kind of sales do you do?”
“Furniture.”
“Ah. You want to sell me some furniture for my house?”
Her eyes gleam with amusement. “Maybe.”
“We might need to try it all out first, though. Maybe some heavy making out on the couch to make sure it’s comfortable. I could bend you over the dining table so we know it’s the right height.”
Abby licks her lips and softly adds, “I should probably ride you in every single chair too, for research purposes of course.”
“Do you realize how fucking crazy you make me?”
“Me?” She gives me a fake innocent look. “You aren’t the one with soaked panties right now.”
“Fuuuck.” I close my eyes. “I will be if you keep talking like that.”
I’m about two seconds from throwing Abby over my shoulder and taking her upstairs when our dinner arrives. She butters a piece of bread and eats it with her chicken marsala. I really dig a woman who actually eats.
“You want a bite of my steak?” I offer.
She nods as she chews, which is cute as hell. Even her look of satisfaction when she tastes the filet is sexy.
When she goes to the bathroom, I check my phone and breathe a sigh of relief when I don’t see any texts or missed calls. Tonight only worked out because Sheila had already asked me if she could take the kids to an indoor water park for the evening. She’s meeting some friends and their grandkids there and thought the kids would have fun.
They must be having a good time since Cora hasn’t texted. I’m hoping she’ll be so tired she goes right to sleep when they get home and won’t notice when I slip in later. If I’m there when the kids wake up, it should be fine. They’re used to me being in and out because of my hockey schedule.
By the time Abby returns, I’m done eating. When I ask for the bill, she says, “I had it put on my tab.”
I give her a disapproving look. “I’d prefer to pay.”
“It doesn’t matter who pays, Luca.”
“It matters to me.”
Abby shakes her head. “This isn’t a date.”
“I never said it was.”
She furrows her brow in aggravation. “Why are we standing here arguing like a couple when we could be screwing our brains out?”
“That’s a good question.” I cross my arms. “I think it’s because you paid the check instead of leaving it for me.”
“I expensed it, like I do every meal I eat here. So really, my company paid it, not me.”
I consider her reasoning for all of two seconds. “I still don’t like it.”
Abby throws her arms up in exasperation. “Luca—”
“But,” I cut in, “I’ll allow it as long as we agree that I pay for everything in the future.”
She scoffs. “In the future? You think this is going to be a regular thing now?”
My wolfish grin makes her cheeks flush. “I do, Miss Barrett.” I step closer and speak in a low tone only she can hear. “I think once you feel my cock inside that sweet little pussy again, you’ll want more. And more. And more.”
As I bend down to kiss her neck, I feel her warm breath against my ear. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I stand up, give her a chiding look and then succumb to my caveman instincts.
Abby cries out in surprise as I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Luca! What are you—stop!” She’s half-laughing, half-begging for mercy. “No, my phone! Get my phone.”
Other people are giving us amused looks now. I grab her phone from the bar, grin at the bartender and book it across the lobby.
“I cannot believe you did that!” Abby protests as I jog up the escalator.
“Room number?”
“I’m not telling you ‘til you put me down.”
I reach up and tickle her side. She giggles and thrashes, quickly spitting out the room number.
“How do we get in?” I ask as I sprint up another flight of stairs.
“There’s a key card in the slot on my phone case. But I’m not sure I’m even letting you in!”
I laugh as I remove one of my arms securing Abby in my fireman’s hold and use my free hand to locate the key. “I’m pretty sure you are.”
She smacks my ass.
“Harder,” I call over my shoulder.
“I hate you right now.”
I stop outside the room, insert the key card to open the door, and carry her inside. But instead of putting her on the bed, I slide her slowly off my shoulder, keeping my hands beneath her ass and her legs wrapped around my waist.