Page 90 of Indecent Ventures

I lift my head. “That’s it?”

He smiles. “See? Not so bad.”

“We’ll see about that. The sex better be amazing or I’m shoving this up your ass.”

He winks. “It will be. I promise.”

I wouldn’t admit this to him, but I’m excited about whatever he has planned for us tonight. We’re over five months into this and he’s never once let me down in bed. He’s creative, dominant, passionate, and there’s never been a single moment where my pleasure wasn’t his priority. I know tonight will be no different.

He takes my hand in his. I notice that he’s been doing that a lot lately. I also notice that I like it. He squeezes me. “Let’s eat.”

We’re having a beautiful dinner overlooking the water. It’s nice to be out with him. I’m not sure I realized how much I missed going out until we got here. I definitely don’t mind the cozy nights in bed with him, but I’m happy to be eating off real plates in an actual restaurant, and not from cartons on one of our sofas.

I look at him. “Tell me your biggest fear. What is big man Colin Fitz most afraid of?”

Without any hesitation, he says, “Disappointing Carter.”

I was not expecting that answer. “Why Carter?”

“It’s simple. He’s the only person that has ever had faith in me. I don’t want to let him down.”

“What about your family?”

“You’ve seen how they are. They think I’m a joke. I admit I’ve given them reason to think that in the past, but in the last five years I’ve truly contributed to our family business. No one can see past my more youthful indiscretions or the fact that I’m not always serious. Just because I don’t want the boring, traditional life they want doesn’t make me bad at my job or unable to meaningfully contribute ideas.”

“Carter definitely believes in you. I’ve seen it.”

He nods. “I know he does. This new business is huge for me. It might be my only opportunity to break free of the chains of my family. To have something of my own. To have autonomy in what I create.”

I smile and take his hand. “For what it’s worth, I believe in you. I think you’re incredibly talented.”

“Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

“I meant it. I hate how your family treats you. I know I don’t have a ton of big family experience, but the way they are with you isn’t right. Can you imagine Reagan ever talking to Skylar at work the way your family talks to you?”

He shakes his head but says nothing else. He simply looks around. He’s avoiding this conversation. Avoidance seems to be a thing for him.

His eyes eventually land back on me. “Do you want to get out of here?”

I nod. “Sure.”

“Let’s go let loose and have some fun.”

Per his promise from earlier, we head to the bar that had swings for barstools. We walk in and I can’t help but smile at what I see. It’s small but crowded. It has a completely beachy vibe with pastel, distressed wood everywhere, lanterns, and the floor is sand. I’ve never seen anything like it.

The DJ is playing, the music blaring, and people are dancing. Everyone seems to be having a great time.

We go to the bar and order two rounds of tequila shots each, but unfortunately all of the swings are taken. We down our shots and Collin takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor.

He twirls me around while we dance and laugh. He’s so fun to be with, and he’s a fantastic dancer. I guess I’ve never been dancing with him before. I’m having the best time.

For several songs, we simply let loose and have a great time, both of us smiling through it all. We’re out in public, together, with our hands on each other. It feels good. It feels great.

A slow song begins, and he pulls me into his arms, tight to his muscular body. His hands unashamedly rub all over me. I’m so turned on by his touch. Everything about him turns me on.

We sway our hips in unison. He buries his nose in my neck, as he often does. “God, I love the way you smell. It’s fruity, womanly, sexy, and drives me wild. It makes me think of every inch of your body that I’ve explored. That I want to keep exploring. It’s uniquely you and I crave it.”

He starts slowly kissing up my neck until he reaches my lips. He only nibbles on them at first, teasing me.

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