BentleyWe barely made it out of the elevator. By accident, my groping fingers hit the top floor, and I went with it, carrying her to the sunroom and laying her on the deep sofa. I had pulled the clip from her hair at some point, and the waves cascaded over the cushion, almost reaching the floor. The sun glinted in the strands casting a burnished gold around her head.I crouched over her, my erection pressing into the zipper of my dress pants, painful and needy. “As much as I like my shirt on you, it needs to come off.”She shimmied, the shirt and shawls disappearing. Her skin was pale, the only color showing was the small peek of the butterfly wing over her shoulder, and the tiny set of teardrops tattooed over her heart. Four splatters of red, each symbolizing a person she lost, she had explained when I asked her. They spoke, without words, of the sorrow she carried. She etched her heartache onto her skin, embedding the pain there forever. She kept all her tattoos private. Even her m
A short while later, I grinned at her, replete and satisfied.“That was the best Beef Bourguignon I have ever tasted. I can’t believe you made bread.”She popped a grape into her mouth, chewing slowly. The small bunch of flowers I brought her sat beside her in a small vase. I had remembered her musing of loving grapes, and the small corner store where I got the flowers had them on display. I might have bought too many, judging from the large bowl of them between us.“Stew. It was just stew. Not Beef Bourguignon.”“Still amazing. Like the bread.”“It’s a fast bread. It’s so dense, it’s great with the stew.” She glanced around the room with an almost forlorn expression. “Your kitchen is so well-stocked.”“You can use it anytime you want.”“Do you cook?”“I can do the basics. And by that, I mean toast, canned goods, and frozen pizza.”“And coddled eggs.”I winked. “Only on special occasions.”“What did you do when you all lived together?”I chuckled, thinking about those days. “I was in
She moved a little closer, so her knees pressed to mine.“You think you became like them.”“I did become like them. I am reserved. Formal. Cold.”“Formal, yes. I don’t find you cold. You’re incredibly kind, generous, and sweet.”“You seem to bring that out in me, Emmy. No one else does. Not for a very long time.”“I think Aiden and Maddox see a different side of you.”“They do, to a point. It took me a while to relax with them, to allow myself to relax. The truth is, I will never be as easy with the world as other people are.”“You don’t have to be.”I leaned close, earnest. “I want to be for you. You have such a light, and when I’m with you, I feel it. I feel different. You make me laugh. You make me want to be silly just to see you smile.”“You do make me smile.” She cupped my face. “I like your old-fashioned ways, Bentley. I like how you are when we’re alone. You’re funny and passionate, and you make me feel as if I matter to you.”I laid my hand on top of hers. “You do matter. Tha
“I like my work. I’ve put forth a great deal of effort to get where I am today. I haven’t made time for relationships, nor particularly wanted one. The last woman I had what you would call a relationship with walked away. She said I was too self-absorbed and boring, and she hated the fact I worked so much.”“I wouldn’t call you boring. I don’t think she knew you very well.”“I think perhaps she wasn’t the right one for me. I preferred working to her company, so I guess that should have been my biggest clue. I have met other women, dated a few, and ah . . . enjoyed their company . . .” My voice trailed off, and I cleared my throat.Emmy lifted her eyebrow slowly with a grin. “Enjoyed their company? So proper. Hardly news, Rigid. It’s pretty obvious from your moves, you’re not a monk.”“My ‘moves’?”She met my gaze directly. “You’re an amazing lover. Giving. Passionate.” She huffed out a breath, the air lifting her bangs. “Hot as fuck, actually. I didn’t think you got that way through o
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not talking to you, though.”“That’s fine.” I winked at her. “We can think of other things for your mouth to do.”Shaking her head, she turned away, pausing at the curb. “You are such a wimp, Aiden,” she called out. “Such a big, bad security guy letting Bentley take all the shit.”“I was allowing you privacy.”“Whatever.”“You could have brought some scones with you!” he yelled in return.She flipped him the bird and raced across the street. I gaped as I watched her cross the road. The sway of her hips in the dress she wore was mesmerizing. I wanted to follow her, trap her in a corner, and really apologize—with my cock.Not that I was sorry.Aiden groaned. “Well, that went better than I expected.”I pushed past him. “Emmy’s right—you are a wimp. I think my girlfriend actually scared you.”He chuckled as he followed me. “Your little girlfriend is fierce.”I pushed the button for the elevator. “That she is.”And she’s all mine.* * *I looked over the numbers,
The day couldn’t pass quickly enough, and finally, my last meeting was over. I waited impatiently for the car, almost pushing Aiden out of the way in my haste to open the door and clamor inside.He slid in, shutting the door. “Anxious, Bent?”I loosened my tie. “Just want to get home. Long day.”He leaned back with a grin. “Expecting an equally long night?”I lurched, punching his arm, dislodging the files sitting beside him. “Watch it.”He chuckled, and I bent to grab the papers that had fluttered to the floor. As I gathered them, a square, manila envelope, which looked oddly familiar, fell to the carpet.“What is that?” I asked.Aiden held out his hand, stopping me from touching it. He slipped a hand into his pocket, producing a latex glove.I cocked an eyebrow. “Planning on a murder spree on the way home, Aiden? Do you seriously carry one of those around with you?”He shot me a serious look. “You never know.”He picked up the envelope and studied it. It was the same type as the oth
I waved my hand. “I told you not to worry about it. It’s one I bought and didn’t use. I’m glad it was something that helps you.”She regarded me suspiciously. She still wasn’t convinced by my explanation.“I hear you met Greg.”She smirked. “He introduced himself as Mr. Tomlin. He wasn’t exactly Mr. Warmth.”“No, he isn’t, but he’s good at what he does.”“You trust him?”It seemed an odd question, and I shrugged. “He’s never given me any reason not to. He does a good job on my behalf.”Her eyes dropped back to the laptop. “Good.”“Did he upset you?”She glanced up. “No. He was cool, and didn’t seem overly interested. Dismissive, I suppose.” She shivered. “He laughed when I said I was making you dinner. It seemed to amuse him. It was a peculiar sound.”I nodded in agreement. His laugh was a little strange, as if it were forced and not real.“He’s different. Don’t worry about him, though. You won’t see him very often. We don’t do the social thing.”“Okay.”I sighed. “Are you still angry
I shifted, turning to face her, and tugged her closer. Our eyes locked, hers widening as she felt the intensity of my gaze and the way the air around us shifted. I stared at her as I lifted the glass and filled my mouth with the amber liquid. I pressed my lips to hers, smiling as she opened for me, allowing the warm liquid to pass into her mouth. She swallowed deeply, a groan low in her throat as I pressed my tongue to hers, savoring the taste of the brandy mixed with her flavor. She slipped her hands up my shoulders, her fingers moving restlessly on the nape of my neck, playing with my hair, making me shiver. Her touch was gentle and light. It always stirred such emotion in me. I deepened the kiss, holding her tight and devouring her mouth. She whimpered, the sound muffled and needy.In seconds, she was under me on the sofa. I pushed away her sweater and yanked down her yoga pants, covering her with my body. She tore off my towel, and our bare skin slid together, warming us both.She