Page 7 of Rich & Decadent

“Is this the same shop you own now?” she asked. It said something that he’d been working since he was sixteen. Imani had gotten her first job at sixteen as well. She’d always held some type of job throughout high school and college. She’d hated to ask her parents for anything extra when she knew they were struggling to make ends meet.

“Here’s your beer, sir. Can I get you two anything else?” The waitress arrived at their table. She set down Will’s beer and snagged his empty bottle.

“I’m good,” Imani smiled then turned to Will who shook his head.

“Well, let me know if you change your mind.” She strolled away leaving Imani and Will alone again.

“So how did the Rusek brothers come to own Precision Motors?” she asked. She was truly curious about him, but she wasn’t going to push about his past. This was their first day knowing each other and maybe it was too much for the first date?—

She’d done it again.This was not a date.They were just two grown people hanging out together.

He relaxed slightly, apparently this was a safe subject. She listened as he went into a story of George getting older and wanting to retire. He and his brother had apparently discussedbuying the shop years before George announced his retirement. They had saved up money and George hasn’t hesitated to give them a good deal. Listening to Will speak of George, she saw a tenderness in him. This George character had obviously been like a father figure to him and Niko.

“Where’s George now?” she asked.

“The old man sold his house and he and the missus moved down Del Mar and are living the life,” Will chuckled. He raked his fingers through his hair. He was back to the same Will who had spent the day with her. She leaned over and bumped him playfully with her shoulder.

“Well, it sounds like you’ve done well for yourselves. Why are you here taking pity on a girl like me who needed a date?” she joked. She was surprised some woman hadn’t sunk her claws into him already. He and his brother’s shop was doing extremely well according to Mykeisha and Kizzie. He was drop dead gorgeous, a successful businessman, and had a love for the arts. How was he still single?

Her breath caught in her throat at the heat that appeared in his eyes. His gaze traveled down her, leaving her skin tingling as if he had actually touched her. She reached for her glass and finished off the rest of her wine. Maybe she should have asked for another glass. She set her empty glass back down the table and caught him staring at her mouth. She sent her tongue out along her bottom lip that suddenly felt dry.

“It would be my pleasure to escort you,” he murmured. He reached up and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. Her heart rate skyrocketed leaving her almost panting trying to breathe. His warm hand palmed the side of her face. She leaned into it, unable to look away from his eyes. He leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. He slowly withdrew from her. She ached to bring him back and kiss him again, but she resisted. “I don’t mind being your eye candy for an event.”

“Is that so?” Imani breathed. Her lips curled up into a grin. He was drop dead gorgeous in jeans and a t-shirt. She couldn’t even imagine what he was going to look like in a tux. His hand remained on her face. She rested hers on his hand and arched her eyebrow at him. She grew bold and figured she may as well toss caution into the wind. “Will there be more of this?”

His gaze dropped back down to her lips. He bent down and repeated the action. His firm lips brushed hers again. She inhaled, breathing in his cologne. The butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

“I’m thinking there will be,” he replied.

“How about tonight?” There was no longer any reason she needed to be shy. Imani knew without a doubt that she wanted Will. She rested her hand on his leg that was next to hers. She ran her fingers along his jean-covered thigh playfully. “I just so happen to have a king size bed?—”

“Are you finished with your meal?” he asked. He sat back away from her and captured her hand in his. He entwined their fingers. Imani struggled to keep still in her seat. She was completely turned on by him and the fire in his eyes revealed he wanted her. It had been a long time since a man had looked at her that way and she needed to explore this attraction between them.

If not, she was going to combust.

“I am.”

“Let’s go.”

five

Will swung his leg over the motorcycle and stood. Imani stood near him and removed the helmet from her head. Her hair was in disarray. She reached up and smoothed it down while handing him the helmet. He secured it to the bike before snagging her hand in his. The ride from the bar to her hotel had taken entirely too long. The small taste of her lips had left him craving more. He didn’t know what had come over him, but he had taken one look at those plump lips and had acted on instinct.

Imani moved closer to him as they walked through the parking garage that was connected to the hotel. She pulled her keycard out of her purse just as they arrived at the door and swiped it along the black pad. When the door beeped, he pulled it open and held it for her. “After you,” he murmured. The scent of her perfume reached him as she dipped underneath his arm and glided past him. He inhaled sharply and committed the scent to memory. She walked a few steps ahead of him allowing him to take in her wide hips and plump ass. He swallowed hard and had to resist the urge to adjust his cock. His hardened lengthpressed against his jeans, demanding relief. It had been a son of a bitch to ride with his fucking cock hard as steel. Imani’s soft form pressed to his back kept him in a constant state of arousal.

Will tore his eyes from Imani’s delectable form and followed her down the hallway. He arrived next to her and took her hand in his. He was actually shocked by the move. Everything about Imani had him doing and thinking things he was sure he’d left behind in the past.

“We’re going this way,” Imani murmured as they arrived at the hotel lobby. It was a high class facility with vaulted ceilings, tasteful artwork, and marble floors. Classical music floated through the air as a pianist played from the corner of the space. A small crowd of guests were seated around enjoying the music. The bar was open and plenty of people were gathered there.

Will nodded and allowed Imani to guide him toward the bank of elevators on the other side of the lobby. They arrived at the perfect time for one of the elevator cars to open. She stepped in, leading him by the hand. He followed behind just before the door closed. Imani reached across him and hit the button to her floor. Thankfully no one else entered the car with them and her warm brown eyes connected with his as the elevator began to move.

Will leaned back against the wall and tugged her forward. A gasp escaped her as she fell against him. He rested his hand on the small of her back as Imani’s body molded to his perfectly. Where she was soft and supple, he was hard and firm. He lowered his head and captured her lips with his. A pleased rumble vibrated inside of him at the way her mouth immediately submitted and opened under his. His tongue swept inside, getting a taste of her.

Imani lifted up on her tiptoes and entwined her fingers together at the base of his neck. Her moan had his hand gripping her tighter. His other hand slipped farther down and cupped theample meat of her ass. An electronic feminine voice announced their arrival to the floor Imani had chosen. Will lifted his head slightly and took in Imani with her eyes closed, her perfect brown skin and lips that would look perfect around his cock.

Imani’s eyes fluttered open. Her slightly dazed look faded while her mouth curled up into a small smile. Her hands slid down his chest before she stepped back and took one of his hands into her grasp. She entwined their fingers together and slightly tugged for him to follow her.

“My room is close by,” she murmured.

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