Page 65 of Bordeaux Bombshell
Her lips are supple and soft, moving with mine and opening to let my tongue sweep against hers.
“Nate,” she murmurs, breaking the kiss. “We should go inside.”
An idea pops into my mind, and I grin down at her, letting my eyes reflect what’s on my mind. “Yes, yes, we should.”
“Don’t even—”
I grab her by the hand, cutting her off, and pull her inside. “Yo, Kel. You guys should go take a break. Everything is ready, and we have some time.”
Usually cool under pressure, Kel whirls to face me, his dirty-blond hair sticking up in all directions and a stressed-out expression on his face. “But—”
“Nate’s right, we should take a break. Jordan is going to be cranky and hungry in about twenty minutes, and we don’t officially open for a few more hours. Let’s go get him some lunch. You guys want to come?” Maggie hoists said toddler onto her hip, deftly swatting his grubby hand away from her hair. When Kel turns to look at Sydney, Maggie drops me a wink.
I never thought I’d like her as much as I do.
“Nah, we’ll stay here.” I cut Sydney off before she can ruin my plan.
It only takes a few minutes for Kel to hustle his family out the door, which I close and lock behind him.
Sydney is leaning back against the bar, studying me. “Why do you have that look in your eye?”
“What look?” Grinning, I stalk toward her, slowly crossing the room, passing the tables and chairs we’ve painstakingly arranged and rearranged.
“The look that says you’re up to something.”
“Come here.”
Without waiting for her to argue, I pull her flush against me, scooping my hands under her thighs to pick her up. She wraps her legs around me, squeezing my hips while I capture her lips.
Walking and kissing at the same time is a skill I’m still working to perfect, but thankfully, this time, I get us to the back room without banging into any of the stacked cases of wine lining the short hallway.
Sydney hums as she moves to press a line of kisses along my throat. “Mmm, I like this idea of yours.”
I start to put her down on the prep counter, but she squeaks. “Don’t you dare. I’ll have to bleach this, and I cannot tell my brother—again—that we had sex on his precious prep counter. Once was mortifying enough.”
“It wasn’t that bad—”
Sydney slaps her hand over my mouth, eyes on fire with a mix of lust and irritation. “Do not finish that sentence if you still want to get laid right now.”
So instead of sitting her down like I planned, I release her legs to stand in front of me. Leaning in, I crowd her against the counter so I can growl in her ear. “Fine. Hands on the table.”
She whirls around and plants her hands, but not before I catch a little grin on her face. She will never admit it, but she loves it when I’m bossy.
I love it when she is too.
With a jerk, I pull her hips back until she’s bent over, ass out. Reaching around, I unbutton and unzip her jeans, hooking my thumbs into the waistband so I can ease them down her thighs.
Her pussy is already wet and glistening. Unable to resist, I drop to my knees behind her, hands gripping her cheeks. “Is that for me?”
I lean in, sliding my tongue between her folds, tasting every inch of her as she moans. “Only you. Always. Only you.”
I work her with my tongue, dipping into her sweet pussy. As she moans, I slide a finger across her clit, strumming it in the exact spot I know she likes. The thumb of my other hand presses against her ass, the tiny pucker reacting beneath my touch while I lick and suck. I don’t push it in, even though I’m tempted, because I’m not completely unaware that we are in the kitchen of my restaurant, and health code violations are a thing.
Later. That ass isn’t going anywhere.
I feel Sydney’s orgasm ripple through her, and my cock presses painfully against my jeans in response.
“Nate, I need you.” Panting, Sydney reaches back with one hand, groping for me.
