Page 6 of The Contract

I find him scanning the rows of bottles. I take a second to enjoy the sight of him. His cadet blue pants and black wingtip shoes look sharp as hell with his suspenders and bowtie. He’s lighter than I am but fit, like maybe he runs. His face is on the pretty side of handsome. The stylishly messy, textured top of his light brown hair lends his face an edgy, sexy look, like he belongs in a cologne ad.

It definitely doesn’t fit with where he lives. He would look so much better at my place.

As he hunts for the gin, he offers me another glimpse of the real him because he thinks he’s alone. He’s dropped his act. He’s worrying his lower lip with his teeth. His body language has softened.

I nearly purr inside. I definitely read him right last night.

“One shelf up,” I say.

“Fuck!” he shouts, his voice going high as he jumps like I’m the boogeyman. I kind of am.

His eyes skip away from me to find the exit. He realizes I’m blocking it and swallows hard. He knows I’m dangerous. Good.

“What are you …” He trails off as I prowl toward him.

“What am I indeed? I don’t think you’d want to know.”

“I meant—”

“I know what you meant, and I think it’s obvious what I’m doing.”

“What do you want?”

“I think that’s obvious too.”

He swallows hard again. God, I love when his throat moves like that. I need my teeth there. I need to feel that.

“It’s not obvious to me,” he says breathily.

I crowd into him, but he doesn’t step back. I reach up for the brand of gin I saw in Saylor’s hand. I move it down to the shelf at his eye level.

He doesn’t look at it. His hazel eyes are fixed on me. They’re wary. Confused. He really isn’t sure what this is about.

“You’ve never been with a man before, have you?” I ask. I won’t deny that the idea thrills me. I’ll get to watch as he experiences totally new sensations. He has no idea how his body can feel.

He doesn’t look offended by my question, but he doesn’t answer it either. The confusion in his eyes reveals another layer of meaning.

A wicked smile curves my lips. “Ah. You never realized you were interested. Until now.”

“I’m not—”

I bring my mouth to his ear and whisper, letting my lips brush him, “You have no idea what your body can do for you. You have no idea whatmybody can do for you.”

He shivers—then he shoves me. He tries to anyway, but I’m ready for it, so his hands end up on my chest, fingers digging in slightly through the fine wool of my waistcoat. I clamp down on the urge to spin him around and tug his ass against my hard cock. I need to break him in slowly.

My lips are still at his ear. I tug his earlobe with my teeth. He shudders so hard he tips into me.

“What the fuck,” I hear him mutter as though to himself. His hair is brushing my jaw.

Then he yanks back. I’m ready to that too, so I catch him before he slams into the shelf. He still hits it. A few bottles wobble. I let him go and he backs away. His eyes are huge and wild—and his cock is pressing visibly against the front of his pants.

I close my eyes briefly at the spike of lust.

His back hits the wall. “I don’t … I don’t understand what’s happening.”

I give him my wicked smile. “You’ll figure it out.”

THREE

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