Page 11 of After this Summer
She’s stunning.
But more than that, I’d already had a hard-on watching her boss everyone around after Pen had run out on her groom.
“Tread lightly, Heartthrob,” she hums, her eyes twinkling. “You try and call me little lady and I’ll be outta here faster than apple pie in a truck bed, Beau Sterling.”
“Never crossed my mind, Stunner.” I grin, spinning her out before pulling her back in against me.
“Stunner, huh?”
“I think it complementsheartthrobwell, don’t you?”
“Want to know what I really think?” she asks, her eyes dipping to my lips.
“What’s that?”
“I think we should go up to my room and you can show me how good you are with that lead pipe you’ve got pressed against me.”
“Didn’t take you for being quite so corny,” I tease, grunting when she rolls her hips against mine.
“I worked hard on that line.”
“Apologies.”
“Well, let’s go and you can give me all the apologies.”
“Lead the way.”
The hallway isempty as Indie pulls me along, my heart racing at the way she’s so eager—so honest—about what she wants.
Me.
I’ve never shied away from a good time, but I’ve also never had anyone claim me like she has since the moment we locked eyes at the service.
Before things had gone sideways.
She’d thrown herself at me in the elevator, kissing across my jaw as we hashed out protection. I’d never gone without a condom, and despite the way that singular thought is bouncing around my head, I won’t start now.
“Keep up, Sterling.” She winks over her shoulder as she swipes her keycard over the reader, her hand on the handle as I press my chest to her back.
“How long do I have you?” I murmur, placing my hand over hers while I wait for an answer.
“All weekend if you’re lucky.”
“Good.”
With a flourish, we push the door open and step inside, a king-sized bed in the middle of the room and what looks like every cosmetic product littering the desk in the corner.
But it’s too far.
As soon as the door slams closed, I have her back against it, my mouth slanting over hers as I fist her dress and pull it up around her waist.
“Hold this,” I growl, dropping to my knees as I hook my fingers in the band of her panties before dragging them down her legs. I look up at her as she steps out of them, her bare pussy, long legs, and stilettos the stuff dreams are made of.
I want the bite of her heels at my back as I fuck her into the mattress, her dress tossed carelessly aside.
Later.
“Nervous, Heartthrob?” she taunts and I chuckle, pushing her legs wider as I spread her with my finger.
