Page 40 of Recon Rendezvous

Stepping aside, I beckon her in with a flourish of my arm. Her silky hair gives a swish around her shoulders as she saunters by, and I catch the scent of her perfume and her. She always smells soft and sweet, reminding me of waking up on a spring day. But today is different. Her scent is darker, spicier, and I want to bury my hands in those dark strands and bite into the tender skin of her neck.

I reach for her coat, but she slaps my hands away, striding forward. Of course, I follow her into my space, mesmerized by the swing of her hips and the click of her heels against the cement floor.

Turning, she meets my gaze before I take the opportunity to pan up her body, from the thin stiletto of her tall black boots disappearing under the hem of her trench coat to the blood red leather that’s a perfect complement to her dark hair and smoky makeup.

She’s a tempting little troublemaker and as I step closer, my gaze enjoys another journey from her shiny dark hair brushing her shoulders, those eyes filled with questions, a nose that makes me want to boop it, and those lips, the bottom one slightly fuller than the top, before my gaze returns to meet her eyes.

Even though she shot down my truce, we’re in a better place now and my lips tickle to tell her just how fucking lovely she is, and I give into it. “You’re a beautiful sight. Such a lovely face,” I murmur. “Nice boots. I’m dying to see them up close, maybe around my ears.”

She stutters out a breath and looks away, breaking whatever tenuous connection we have before muttering, “Thank you.” Completely ignoring my statement about her shoes, she turns to scan the wide-open space, and I try to see my home through her eyes. Polished cement floors gleam under the lights, a brownbrick feature wall to her right, floor-to-ceiling windows lead out onto my patio deck, soaring ceilings, and exposed ducts overhead. Following her gaze into my open kitchen, there’s more cement and concrete, and copper fixtures.

“Gem mentioned how much she loved your place, but I still wasn’t expecting this.”

I raise my brows in question, and she continues, “I was expecting a lot of white, tons of marble, you know, trendy decor, pretentious, but this feels homey, beautiful, but lived in.”

“Thanks, I guess.” While it is grand, you know because I like nice things, I tried to bring in a few comforts from my family home. So, I made sure to incorporate lots of textures and natural elements that ground me and make me remember where I came from. Even with my million-dollar views and fancy as fuck furniture, this is home.

“So…” she trails off, those eyes gleaming as she meets my gaze.

“You got my gift, I take it?”

“Yes, but I’m also here to talk to you about a matter of importance,” she says as she saunters into my space.

“Nothing’s more important than my dick, but I’m all ears, babycakes.”

Her eyes flick over my body, leaving prickles in their path. “Obviously not.”

I grin as she looks at me over her shoulder. “Come,” she purrs.

I rub my hands together. “Babycakes, don't tempt me.”

She turns back to me, raises a finger, and beckons me closer. I go willingly like I’m a puppet and she’s the puppeteer pulling all my strings.

“All right, you’ve kept me in suspense long enough. Tell me what this is about.” I smirk at her soft smile. “Let me guess, you used the gift I got you?’

Her responding laugh warms something in my gut, and she shakes her head, that small smile widening as she watches me.

“No?” My hand goes to my heart. “I'm wounded,” I lament. “I just knew you'd want to take me for a ride.”

At her nod, my brows fly up.

“I think I'm going to take you up on that.” She jerks her head toward the couch.

My eyes shoot to her, the couch, and back as I process her words.Fuck yeahand I practically transport there in what must be barely two strides. She's right there, warm hands to my chest practically pushing me down as I bounce a bit on the couch. Leaning back with a grin, I open my legs wide, ready for whatever she's willing to give me.

The last rays of sunlight fade behind her through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as she steps between my legs and starts unbuttoning her coat.

“Back to my proposition. As you know, I’ve had a stressful few weeks. With the cross-country move, searching for a new place, and the possibility of starting a new job soon, I could really use a… stress reliever. A relaxant.”

At her husky words, a buzzing starts in my ears as I track her hands as they continue to undo her buttons. Taking a deep breath, her eyes meet mine as she peels open that coat, revealing her shapely body encased in a black dress. If you could even call it that. Strategically placed strips of fabric wrap around her body displaying tantalizing peeks of skin before stopping midthigh, leaving a bare expanse of delectable skin above her over the knee boots.

Need and hunger zap between us until I can no longer stand it. Greedy eyes roam over her luscious curves and my hands clench at my sides, waiting. Waiting for what, I don’t know, but I have a feeling that she has to do this. She has to make the move to take what she wants. What she came here for.

Silence surrounds us as she mesmerizes me. Smirking as her breath hitches, I attempt to satiate the need coursing through me, and I allow my eyes to feast on her again. From the swell of her breasts, that tight nip of her waist, that I remember fit perfectly gripped in my hands, over those shapely hips. Her long legs are alluring, and I want to roam my hands over the exposed skin. My eyes trail up her body and meet hers and there's a challenge in them and I'm nothing if not a competitor.

“You like what you see?”

Licking my lips in anticipation, I’m anxious for her next words in her sexy rasp. “You already know I do. Fuck me if I’m wrong—”

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