Page 26 of Sexpresso Night

Their mouths met in a long, slow kiss. When Carter drew back, he said, “I just have one question.”

“What?”

“Will either of them be flexible on start dates?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

He moved back to his humongous stainless steel espresso machine thing and picked up the milk. “Because I want you to come to Matagalpa with me.”

Her body jolted at that. “Matagalpa?”

“Yeah. I’m planning a buying trip there next month.”

“Oh.” Her mind spun around uselessly for a few seconds. Was he serious? Could she do that? “I don’t have much money,” she said slowly, trying to process it all. “My job doesn’t pay a whole lot.”

“It won’t cost that much. I’m looking into some deals on airfare, and that’s all you’d have to pay. You can stay with me. I’m going anyway and for me, it’s a business expense.”

She nodded. She had a little money saved up. It might be crazy to spend it all on something like that, but she was about to start a new job that paid really well and…traveling with Carter made her insides go all warm and gooey. And she loved Matagalpa. The thought of going back there excited her.

She sucked in a deep breath. “I’d love to come. Wow.”

“Great. I’ll let you know what I find out about airfares. Okay, so you have to incorporate air into the milk—it improves the taste, sweetens it.” He submerged the frother deeply into the pitcher of milk, turned a knob, and waited as it worked. “We want it about a hundred fifty degrees. There we go.” He turned it off then pulled two shots of espresso into large cups.

“Macchiato?”

He slanted her a grin. “Good girl. You got it.”

Bending low over the counter like an artist, he carefully poured the foamed milk into the cups, did something fancy with a spoon, then handed her a cup.

She gazed down at the gorgeous swirls of ivory in the creamy coffee. “It’s too pretty to drink.”

“Thank you.” He kissed her nose. “But please, do drink it. That’s the best part.”

She smiled at him as she lifted the cup to her mouth, not sure if she agreed with him. True, it tasted divine, smooth and rich, but watching him as he’d made it had been so sensual, his movements smooth and assured, his confidence and knowledge and skill a total turn-on.

Oh dear lord, what a sad case she was—she was turned on by watching a man make coffee.

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