Page 60 of Sugar Coated Secrets

Good Lord.

“Well, you can chase me all you want later.” I scoot farther away, making an impulsive decision to give a fling with Easton a chance.

I’m tired of resisting. I want to give in. My instincts want me to give in. It will help me decide if I should marry Dash or if there’s more to sex and life than the image I’ve created. I can’t know if I don’t try.

He tilts his head, his eyes flaring with desire. “Taunting me isn’t helping me focus on the task at hand, Sadie. In fact, it’s doing the opposite.” He glances at the bulge in his pants.

From my comment? “I had no idea you were this easily worked up.”

“I’m not usually.”

Phew. Is it hot in here?

“Is this you agreeing to my payment plan of kisses?”

“It’s not a payment plan because I haven’t decided if I’m selling your photos. I may use the one and keep the rest for myself.”

With three long strides, he’s in front of me. “I got naked for you in the cold.”

“I created a beautiful bourbon label for you. And I got naked for you last night.”

“Not naked enough. And it was in the warmth of the house.”

“I was nipping, if that helps?”

He wipes his mouth. “No, Sadie. That doesn’t help.” His gaze rakes over my heated cheeks and down my body.

“Let’s stay focused.” I back away.

He follows. “I told you I like a chase, even a slow one.” He pins me against the front door, his body like a towering wall, blocking out the rest of the world.

“Easton.” I press a hand to his chest to keep him at bay. “Your presentation.”

“I’ll make this quick then.” He cups my chin and lifts my face. His lips come down to claim mine. This kiss is fire and ice. Hot enough to burn my insides and cold enough to freeze me in place.

It takes me a minute to catch my breath and give in to him. Neither stops Easton from invading my mouth. Tasting like mint and him, his tongue does exquisite things with mine until I’m moaning.

He growls again and hoists me up, pinning me to the door. On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist and match his vigor. This kiss is sex—hot, steamy sex. His hard erection rubs against my clit in the best way. I cling to him, taking all he’ll give and losing myself to the feel of his sculpted body, his flexing muscles, the friction of him between my legs, the way he tastes and touches me. His hands lower to my butt, and he caresses my cheeks.

“I love this ass. When I have you naked, I’m going to bite it.”

That, combined with his perfect cock, and sensual kisses, almost shatters me. “Easton, oh God,” I cry out and tighten my hold on him. “Don’t stop.”

He growls again, sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and puts me down so quickly, my knees almost give out.

I lean against the door for support as I struggle to catch my breath. What just happened?

Easton runs a hand through his disheveled hair, his lips red and swollen, his cock engorged in his pants.

“I said don’t stop,” I clarify, thinking he misheard me.

“I know.” He pants. “I’m walking away, or else I’ll bury myself in you and never leave this house.”

“Right. Right.” Clarity hits me. I tug down my shirt, unaware it had been lifted above my bra. “You have a presentation to do. Go. You need to go.”

I can’t be the reason he loses this opportunity, or the reason Daire thinks of him as careless, like he used to.

“Shit.” I pat down my wild hair. “I’m so sorry.”

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