Page 29 of Crave Me

“Our whiskey is different from that in Tennessee. It’s smoother. We’ve got the temperature for it—the Olympicmountains to our east and the ocean to our west—we’re in a prime spot to continue to deliver a product that is different from anywhere else in the world . . .”

The meeting goes on for another hour, and when it’s done, I speak up, “Excuse me, Blaire. Meet me in my office.”

I don’t bother waiting for a reply, and leave the conference room to head to the comfort of my office with Blaire hot on my heels. She follows me in, and I wait for her before I close the door behind us. She moves out of my reach, but her sweet jasmine smell lingers in the air and my cock stirs to life.

“Yes, Mr. Hayes?”

“Don’t start with that shit, princess. You don’t call Sawyer ‘Mr. Hayes.’”

“Sawyer doesn’t throw his weight around and act like a maniacal overlord.”

“That is literally the definition of Sawyer,” I deadpan.

“Whatever. What do you want? I need to get to the tasting room and make sure all of my glasses are where they should be so I don’t look like an idiot again.”

Instead of answering, I approach her, making her eyes widen, and she takes a step back for every one of mine until her back is flush against the wall. My hand moves to the side of her face, threading my fingers through her hair. It’s so soft between my fingers and smells just like her.

Delicious.

“I haven’t been able to think about anything other than this. What did you do to me?”

“Maybe you should see a doctor. You’re a masochist if you enjoy this toxicity between us.”

“Then I’m a masochist. It doesn’t change how addictive you are.”

Her face flushes, crimson spreading over her cheeks, neck, and the top of her chest. I lean in to kiss her, something I’vebeen craving since Saturday night, when she jerks her head to the side.

“Dallas, this isn’t happening. It was a one-time thing. A lapse in both of our judgment that can’t be repeated.”

“That doesn’t work for me, princess. Now that I’ve tasted your cunt, now that I’ve experienced what it feels like to fill you, there’s no world in which I don’t want a repeat of what happened the last time we were in this room together.”

Her eyes flash momentarily to my desk, and I know she’s imagining what it was like to be spread out on top of it while I licked her pussy and fucked her so good she drenched my cock and balls when she came.

“I’m serious, Dallas. It was a one-time thing to get it out of our systems.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” I whisper as I reach out and put my hand on her hip.

“Dallas. This could ruin my job. So kindly, piss off.”

“Oh, baby girl,” I say as I grab her hand and rub the palm of it over my pants so she can feel my hard cock, “when you talk back to me it just turns me on more.”

She pulls her hand away and pushes against my chest for space. I go willingly, taking a large step away from her.

“Then lucky for you, you have two working hands that can take care of your problem. That won’t happen again.” Her voice lacks conviction, laced with lust and fighting against her desire, her body betraying her words.

She walks out of my office and fuck if I don’t love how she fights me. The buzzing of my phone in my pocket steals my attention from watching Blaire walk away.

Carter:

Party Friday for Kinsey’s birthday

Liam:

You think we need a reminder for our only sister’s birthday party?

Carter:

Yup. You’re dumbasses lint licker

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