We say our goodbyes to Juls and Ian who pay us little attention. They’re practically having sex at the table now anyway and couldn’t care less what we do. He grabs my hand and pulls me through the bar and out the door, leading me down the sidewalk and stopping in front of a vehicle that makes my jaw hit the pavement.

“Holy shit. You drive a Range Rover?” I ask as he pulls his keys out and hits the unlock button.

“Yes. Is that okay?”

“Don’t these things cost like ninety grand?” My eyes rake over the car with amazement.

He laughs and opens the back door. “Something like that.”

I squeal as I’m lifted off my feet and pushed into the back seat. Reese slides in behind me and closes the door. Pulling me into his lap, I straddle his waist as his hands slide down my sides and hold tightly on to my hips. His thumbs press against the front of my pelvis and I feel my core constrict.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to let me take you to my place? I want to slowly devour you and I feel like this venue won’t allow me to appreciate it as much.”

I laugh against his mouth, slowly licking his bottom lip until he opens for me and tangles his tongue with mine. Christ, I forgot how good he was at this. Just kissing.

I somehow manage to break away for a second. “Mmm, devour me, huh?”

He nods, tilting my head up with his hand and kissing down my neck. My hem is hiked up with his other hand and his fingers graze my stockings where they meet my garter.

“Would you be able to devour me on a couch?”

He pulls back and I drop my head. “Couches aren’t intimate?”

“No, not at all. And I want to be devoured on yours. Slowly.” His forehead is resting against mine and we’re both panting. I’ve given in easily to the idea of going home with him, really easily. But honestly, this man could convince me to do anything at this point. I’m fairly certain that if he asked me to commit a major felony with him, I would do it willingly and with the same f**king smile that I’m wearing now.

His eyes widen and he slides me off his lap. “Fuck yes. Let’s go, love.”

Six

Standing in an elevator with Reese Carroll in a massive building full of luxurious condos is one of the most surreal moments of my life so far. I can’t believe what I am doing, or what I am about to do with this man. Well, I mean, of course I knew going out tonight was going to lead to sex with him, but I had firmly decided on not leaving with him. I figured we would sneak off into the bathroom at The Tavern or into a dark and secluded corner to hump like rabbits. But here I am, riding the elevator of his building to the tenth floor with him watching me from across the small space. It’s taking every ounce of self-control to not drop to my knees on this pristine marble floor and suck him off right here and now. I feel green eyes on me as I stare ahead at the numbers on the panel, loving the fact that he hasn’t stopped looking at me since we got out of his car.

“See something you like?” I ask playfully as he leans against the mirrored wall.

“Very. But why are you standing so far away from me? Afraid I might violate you before we even get to my couch?”

I swallow loudly. Violate me? Yes, anytime. The elevator pings and the doors open before I have a chance to answer.

We’re barely in the door of his condo when it’s kicked closed behind us and I’m being pinned against the wall. His mouth is hot and needy against mine, sucking and tasting every dip and corner as our tongues move together. I grip the back of his head and pull his tongue into my mouth and suck it slowly, drawing a long groan from his parted lips. His hands move over every inch of my back and down to the hem of my dress.

“Take it off,” he orders as he grips my hips and moves backwards, leading me out of the entryway and into a giant living room. My eyes widen at the sight of it.

“Whoa. Your place is really nice.” I quickly glance all around me. We’ve stopped in front of a long black leather sofa that faces a fireplace with a giant television mounted on the wall.

“Dylan, take the dress off.”

I smile and look up at him from under my lashes, slowly turning around and gathering my hair over one shoulder. “Unzip me please.” Startling a bit at the touch of his hands on my bare shoulders, he keeps one there while the other slowly pulls the metal zipper down my spine, stopping just above my backside.

“Thank you,” I say softly as I stay facing away from him and pull my arms out of the sleeves, letting it drop to the floor and hearing a sharp inhale of breath from behind me. And this is why garters were invented. I smile without him knowing.

“Holy shit. Turn around.” Mmm I liked bossy Reese.

Taking a little longer than he probably would have liked, I turn on my heels and step out of my dress, standing directly in front of him in my cream colored lacy bra, matching panties and garter, and my sheer stockings. His chest is moving rapidly inside his shirt as he slowly trails down my body with his eyes and even more slowly back up to my face. I see his adam’s apple roll in his throat.

“Be gentle,” I whisper, and for a brief moment, something flashes in his eyes. Something that I thought I’d been feeling and didn’t think he could see. Is he nervous?

“You’re so f**king beautiful,” he says. I melt on the spot. No man has ever called me beautiful before. Sexy, hot, I even got good enough to eat one time. But never beautiful. Shit, why did he have to say that? He steps into me and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest as he slowly lowers me down onto the couch.