Page 9 of The Smoke Hour

I gripped her chin in my hand and stated, “There has to be a reason, sweets. I’m just curious, that’s all.”

I searched her gaze for a long while, and the defiance seeped out of her. She licked her lips, and my eyes dropped to them. I rubbed my thumb across her lips, and heat flashed in her eyes.

“Nothing to be curious about,” she whispered.

“Them lies you tell,” I replied softly and folded my bottom lip under my teeth.

Her gaze flickered to my lips and up again, and her chest rose and fell in deep inhalations and exhalations.

“I’m not a liar.”

“Do you feel the chemistry between us?” I asked.

“No.”

“Liar.” I grunted before I leaned in and bit her bottom lip.

She gasped, but she did not pull back. She remained where she stood, even when I licked her bottom lip to soothe what I was sure was an uncomfortable sting. I held her chin in place, looked into her eyes, and continued licking the seam of her lips before I sucked them into my mouth.

Never had I freely taken liberties with a woman I did not know. Never did I kiss a woman I had just met. Yet, something fiery in her drew me in like a moth to a flame.

A whimper fell from her lips, and I brushed mine against hers.

“Wanna know how I know you’re lying?” I asked quietly.

When she didn’t respond, I went on.

“Because I can smell your arousal, sweets. It’s so powerful that it’s damn near tangible. And I got a feeling that if I touched you, I might find that you’re wetter than Cherokee Springs.”

“Blame it on the alcohol,” she replied.

I chuckled, especially when her mouth parted. I took the liberty to slip my tongue inside. I crushed her mouth underneath mine and enjoyed the powerful almond, white pepper, and vanilla flavors of my finest Belvedere Vodka in stock.

When I stepped back, she stood with her arms hanging limply at her sides.

“That’s the price you needed to pay for that damn Belvedere you stole, sweets. That and the pleasure I have of seeing how tight them nipples are.”

Her arms flew up to cover her nipples in the dress she put on before being sent into my office. A gasp seeped from her lips.

“I have to go.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stick around and talk about employment opportunities?” I asked.

“Fuck you,” she hissed.

“That could be arranged as well. How much?”

Her hand went up to slap me, but already prepared for it, I grabbed her hand. She stomped on my foot and grabbed my crotch.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warned in a low growl.

Slowly, she released my crown family jewels, and I released her.

With a nod, I stated, “I get it. You just wanted to cop a feel. It’s all good, sweets.”

She rushed to the door, and I didn’t make a move to stop her.

Fiya

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