Page 6 of The Sweet Spot

The one I dreamed about kissing back when I didn’t have any idea how good kissing a boy could be, let alone a man. “I’m not too young now.”

Deacon

This woman is dangerous.

Her thumb drags along my lower lip as her teeth assault her own pouty, glossed smile.

I’m not a man who wants much. But fuck... I want her.

“Brynlee... I’m signing a contract this week to work for your family for the next five years.” I thumb her soft, silky tresses between my fingers, and swear to God, all my blood rushes to my cock.

She nods slowly with a sinful smile on her pretty face. “You are.” Her words are slow and nearly whispered in the loud bar, but there’s no missing them. “Not that they’ve told me, but I’m taking your word for it.”

Her knees brush my thigh as she leans in impossibly close.

Close enough I can smell a hint of tequila and lime on her warm breath as it pulls me in. “But did you know...” She sucks in a quick, short breath as her leg brushes gently against my erection. Wide green eyes fly to mine before they focus, and she tries to school her delicate features. Pouty pink glossed lips form the prettiest little O for a split-second before she smooths her expression. “The organization doesn’t have a no fraternization policy. They really couldn’t. My family members are masters at nepotism and fraternization.” I’m not even sure she realizes she’s laughing. “In fact, my Uncle Max married Aunt Daphne right after he promoted her from his assistant to running the Revolution’s charity foundation.”

“Is that so?” I lean my hands on either side of the bar behind her, effectively caging her in, and damn... there go those wide eyes again.

Suddenly, the fearless girl who used to follow me around is looking back at me, and the rest of the room disappears around us.

“It is,” she whispers against my lips.

Tempting me to taste her.

Teasing the strength of my restraint.

I wasn’t expecting Brynlee St. James tonight.

“You here with anyone, Brynlee?” My fingers flex tensely against the bar, the wood beneath my grasp threatening to splinter with the strength it’s taking me to resist touching her.

“No...” Her eyes dart to the side, looking around quickly. “Just a few cousins. But we’ll all find our way home. Why? Do you want to get out of here?” Something like excitement dances in her glittering emerald eyes.

“Not really my scene,” I groan back as her knee grazes my dick again.

She’s got to know what she’s doing, but if she does, she sure as hell isn’t letting on. Instead, she pulls a pink polka-dotted phone from the pocket of tiny white shorts that show off beautifully sculpted thighs. Her thumbs fly across the screen before she hops off the stool and steps into my chest.

Damn, this woman is tiny, barely coming up mid-chest.

But what she lacks in height, she’s definitely making up for in sass.

She always did.

“You ready to go, Kane?”

I flex my fingers against the bar once more in the time it takes me to make a split-second decision. Fuck. This is probably a bad idea, but for the life of me, I don’t seem to care right now.

Shy never was my thing anyway.

The little spitfire ducks down under my arm, then flips her hair and looks over her shoulder before she bats long black lashes at me. “You coming, Kane?”

Like there was ever a chance I’d say no. “Lead the way, St. James.”

BRYNLEE

Classy women don’t have one-night stands.

That was an audition.

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