Page 5 of Rich & Decadent

“Will, I take it?” She arched an eyebrow, not even going to apologize for ogling him for a moment. The man was sexy as hell. How could she not? She hadn’t missed the glances tossed his way from women passing them by. Imani held out her hand and waited.

“In the flesh,” he replied. His larger hand engulfed hers and Imani’s breath caught in her throat at the sensation of his calloused palm against hers. She couldn’t help but imagine what his hands would feel like caressing her inner thighs. She bit her lip and tried to hold back a moan. “If I would have known you were arriving today, I could have picked you up from the airport.”

“Oh, that’s okay. My company took care of it and had a car waiting for me.” She blinked at the huskiness in her voice. She cleared her throat and bit back a chuckle. This man was causing her body to go haywire.

“Sounds fancy.” Will’s gaze dropped down to their hands. Imani hadn’t realized she hadn’t let him go yet. She barked a nervous laugh and released him.

“With everything I do for them, it’s a small price for them to pay.”

It was then he grinned and two dimples appeared on his cheeks. The smile relaxed his face and gave him a young, rugged look that had Imani’s core clenching.

Down girl. What the hell is wrong with you?

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been with a member of the opposite sex. She was going to have to text Kizzie later about how she had been holding out on her brother-in-law. Imani was moments from asking him to forget taking her around the city and take her up to her room.

“I was trying to think of where you’d want to go. Most tourists want to see the bridge. There are a couple of places we could go?—

“Whatever you think is best. I would love to grab some pictures of the bridge, though,” she replied. She inhaled sharply and tried to get her libido under control. She glanced at his motorcycle and felt her heart skip a beat. She was going to be plastered against his back with him in between her legs. She tore her attention from the bike and focused on him. “I’m up for anything you want to do.”

“Is that so?” Will ran a hand along his jawline. His eyes darkened again as his gaze swept over her again.

Imani was dying to know what the man was thinking. The heat in his eyes had her wanting to drag him up to her room.

“If that’s the case I have a few ideas of places we can go.”

He pushed off the bike and took a helmet out of the saddle bags. Once he had helped her put it on, he swung on the bike and motioned for her to join him. Imani straddled the bike behind him and couldn’t help the moan that slipped from her lips. Will was nothing but hard muscle. She pressed her chest to his back so she could wrap her arms around his waist. Her thighs rested alongside his and she couldn’t help but think of being spread out with him thrusting inside of her.

Fuck, I need to get laid.

If just the action of sitting behind Will on a motorcycle was causing her libido to go wild, she was going to have to do something about it. If she couldn’t have him, then she had one of her battery operated friends in her suitcase up in the room.

The bike’s engine roared to life. Imani’s grip tightened on him. He patted her hand with one of his before he guided the motorcycle out into a lane. The gentle vibrations of the bike were not helping her calm her damn body down. She was strung tight. Will increased their speed and began navigating them through the streets.

She didn’t know where they were going, and at the moment she didn’t care. All she was thinking about was how she was going to invite him for a little more than a fancy dinner party.

And from the way he had looked at her, she was sure he had the same thing on his mind.

Will held out his hand and helped Imani off of the bike. She had a wide grin on her face that was infectious. She had said it had been a while since she had been on the back of a bike, but he couldn’t tell. From the moment she had slid on behind him, all he could think of was her. From her large breasts pressing against his back to her thick thighs resting along his. It had been hell on his concentration. He was lucky he hadn’t crashed them into the back of a car.

“I had forgotten how much I love riding,” she gushed. He reached out and assisted her in taking the helmet off of her head.She immediately reached up and began smoothing down her hair.

“You’re a natural,” he said. “You seemed pretty comfortable behind me.” He coughed to clear his voice. He tore his eyes from her and busied himself with putting the helmet away. He had been attracted to her voice on the phone, but seeing her in person had awakened something else inside of him. He wanted her in a way that was foreign to him. He shook off the notion. She was only here for a short period of time. Maybe they could have some fun while she was in town and that could shake this deep lustful feeling he had for her.

“I mean, it’s been a while. My ex had a bike and we would spend a lot of time out riding,” she replied.

Jealousy reared its ugly green head inside of Will’s chest. He didn’t like the thought of her riding with another man. He rubbed his hand over his face and motioned over to the small beach near the parking lot where he’d brought them.

“You can see the bridge from here. I’ll take you closer if you want, but I thought this would be a good place to start off,” he said. They made their way over to the edge of the lot where a short stone wall divided the lot and the sand. The Marina District was a nice area that always attracted locals and tourists to visit, but couldn’t wait to take her over to the attraction that was across the street.

“Wow. This is a great view of the bridge,” Imani gushed. They stood near the wall and looked out over the bay. There were plenty of people in the area taking advantage of what the area had to offer. From where they were they could look out across the water and see the entire Golden Gate Bridge off in the distance. Imani brought her phone out of her purse and began snapping photos.

They walked down the few steps that took them to the small span of a beach. He leaned back against the stone wall andpatiently waited as she snapped a few photos of the area. He tilted his head and studied her. Her bright smile did something to him.

“Here, allow me,” he said. He pushed off and walked over to her.

“Really? Thanks.” Her grin grew wide as she handed him her phone. It wasn’t often he took pictures, but he didn’t mind. It had been a while since he had gone around his city to enjoy it. Since he’d lived here his entire life He could admit he took San Francisco for granted. He chuckled as she posed and snapped a few photos of her with the bridge in the distance behind her.

“Where we’re going is actually across the street.” He handed her back her phone. She nodded and joined him as they walked back up the stairs and began on the path.

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