Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
His scowl deepened. “You know I have the girls at home.”
“Haven’t you ever left them with a sitter for a business dinner? Come on. It’ll be fun. Or you can be a grumpy old man and stay home,” she said, challenge made.
One she hoped he couldn’t refuse because she’d like to see Noah in something other than a suit and tie. She’d been determined not to get involved with another sophisticated, experienced man. And the invitation was dangerous to her resolve. But that hadn’t stopped her from taunting Noah into going.
She held her breath and waited for his reply.
“I may be grumpy but I’m not an old man,” he muttered. “I haven’t found a sitter yet but I’ll ask my sister to watch the girls.”
Smiling, Fallon gave him a spontaneous hug, realizing her mistake the moment she felt his hard body against hers, and she stumbled back, putting distance between them. Ignoring her body’s reaction wasn’t as simple. Between his sexy scent and his muscles that tempted her, her nipples tightened and her sex grew soft and needy, making her happy she wasn’t in a lightweight camisole today.
Clearing his throat, he adjusted his tie. “I’ll let you know if I can make it,” he said, his raspy voice not helping the tingling in her body.
She nodded. “Good. I hope I’ll see you there.” And she didn’t have long to steel herself against his good looks and gruff demeanor that for some reason appealed to her—because it wasn’t his roguish charm. He seemed to work overtime not to show her that side of himself. Another thing she was determined to change.
* * *
After a long day of work, Fallon walked into her apartment, tossed the keys on the kitchen counter along with her purse, and pulled a chilled bottle of pinot from the fridge. After uncorking it, she turned on soft music through her portable speaker and brought the unit into the decent-sized bathroom.
She’d been lucky to find this apartment, renting it from a client of her father’s who’d given her a good deal. Considering the Manhattan location, she’d had to dip into the trust fund left to her by her grandparents in order to afford it. Still, she was able to cover a good portion of the rent with her job at the gallery. Her goal was to be self-sufficient but she appreciated the ability to live in a safe area and not need a roommate.
Leaving her wine on the counter, she ran herself a bath, dropping in a bath bomb before she undressed. The days and nights leading up to tonight’s gig at The Back Door had been busy. Noah called her the day after he’d walked into the gallery to tell her his sister had agreed to watch the girls, which meant she had a date tonight. Or was it just him responding to her dare? She supposed she’d find out.
But she needed to destress before going out. Between a showing at the gallery on Wednesday night and dinner out with her family last evening, she shouldn’t have had time to think about her invitation to Noah but the man was impossible to forget. She couldn’t get him out of her mind. In fact, she hadn’t had one decent night’s sleep without him starring in sex dreams, his large, capable hands arousing her with ease.
With a low groan, she settled into the warm, bubble-filled water, shut the faucet, and leaned back, closing her eyes. The floral smell filled her nostrils and when she picked up her loofah and ran it over her skin, her senses prickled with awareness. It became obvious why the item was labeled, Sex Bomb: an aphrodisiac jasmine soak for the romantic in you. She’d have to remember to thank her sister-in-law Raven, Remy’s wife, for the gift.
As she unwound, her focus drifted and she wasn’t surprised when her thoughts were consumed by Noah Powers. She pushed aside all the negatives that came with getting further involved with a man eleven years her senior, one that reminded her of Ezra and her past. Instead, she decided one night of enjoying the band and dancing with Noah would be okay. Assuming he was even willing to let go and chill.
He was a rigid man, one she sensed didn’t bend on his decisions often. She wasn’t sure what had pushed her to invite him but she sensed there was an untamed man beneath his outer reserve. As she imagined herself pressed up against his hard body, she slid the loofah over her neck and chest, traveling downward to her breasts. Her nipples puckered at the light raspy sensation and she felt the arousing pull between her thighs.
She let the sponge float in the water, gliding her fingers down her belly and over her sex. Settling her index finger on her clit, she stroked the tiny bud, enjoying the sensations she created in her body. Pleasure suffused her and she raised her hips, her legs stiffening beneath the water.