Page 14 of The Owner

I spent the last decade and a half glued to my father’s side andno onewas going to try to get in my pants with Samuel MacIntosh staring them down.

I could have tried. I mean, there werehundredsof hockey players over the years and I’ve met all sorts of men from around the country who work in the hockey industry.

But I don’t know… None of them really did much for me. I’m not into athletes. I’m into intellect and experience and wisdom.

Brantley has all those in spades.

I never thought I’d be attracted to an older man, but now that it’s happened, it makes total sense. I always found the boys around me so immature. I found them so annoying with the way they always tried to impress me.

But this man doesn’t need to try. Everything about him is impressive.

He’s incredible.

“How rude of me,” I say as I put down my beer. “I didn’t give you a tour. Would you like one?”

“I’d love one,” he says with a heated smile.

I get a little shiver as we head into the dining room. I have a long table that comfortably seats twelve, but I rarely have anyone over.

“Beautiful table,” he says as he runs his hand over the engravings on the side. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“I bought it in Tuscany,” I say, loving that he noticed it. It’s one of my favorite things I own. The wood is hundreds of years old and has more history than anything built in this city. “It was part of an old church that was burnt down by the French in the fifteen hundreds. Someone refurbished the door and turned it into this table. I happened to wander into an estate sale while on vacation over there and fell in love with it.”

“I can see why,” he says as he runs his hand over the craftsmanship. “It’s lovely.”

“Thank you.”

“Just like you.”

He stands up and turns to me with a fire in his light blue eyes. His eyes roam over my body, lingering on my chest, and then on my legs, and hips. He’s not even trying to hide his desire now. He seems to be deciding if we should continue on with the tour or have sex right here on this historic table.

When he steps forward and slides his hand on my hip, I know the tour is over.

“You’re more than lovely,” he says as he gets in close, his sexy cologne filling my lungs and making me dizzy. “You’re irresistible.”

His other hand wraps around my arm and his thumb slides along my skin. It feels like tiny licks of fire igniting wherever he touches.

I want more more more.

I’ve never felt like this before… Like we can’t go too far. Like I can’t get enough.

I tilt my head back and open my mouth. He kisses me with more urgency and passion than I’ve ever felt before. I push against him, wantingmore.

My pussy is so wet. My blood is onfire.

I moan as he tastes my mouth and tightens his grip on my body. It feels so good. I can’t get enough of him.

“Take it off,” I moan between kisses as I grab his suit jacket and pull it down. “Please.”

He slides his coat off the rest of the way and lets it drop on my floor as he kisses me.

“More,” I moan as I grab his tie. “Takeeverythingoff.”

His hands slide under my dress and move up to my ass as I yank and pull at the knot on his tie, desperately trying to get it off. I want to see what he’s hiding under this crisp white shirt.

He’s squeezing and pulling my ass cheeks apart—which makes me so much wetter—as I finally get his tie off, mangling it in the process. I immediately start unbuttoning his shirt, but it takes too long and I get impatient.

He growls passionately as I yank it open, sending buttons scattering on my table and floor.

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