“I can’t accept money.”
“Then, accept a gift.”
The breaths expelled from her body became quicker. Swallowing hard, she took a step back. “I can’t become a paid prostitute.”
“You won’t. If we fuck, it will be because we want to. Not because I’m paying you.” I could feel Maren’s walls breaking down and I was happier than I should be about the fact that she was going to agree.
“But—” Maren looked torn as she chewed on her lip, contemplating.
I held my hands out to the side. “There are no but’s; I’ll leave and not come again. However, take this month and recharge. Tell your brother and Jewel whatever you want.” Rooted in place, I tried to decipher what Maren thought. “If you want me to leave I’ll go, Maren. No questions.”
She took a step forward and a little tension eased out of her shoulders. “I don’t understand; why are you doing this?”
“I don’t have a damn clue as to why, but I want to spend the next month away from all the nonsense of the outside world.” This was either going to be the best or one of the worst ideas I’d had.
The familiar charge built around us as she asked, “Will we have sex?”
I stayed in place. If Maren wanted me to touch her again, she’d have to make the first move. “If we want.”
“Do you want?”
Hell yes, I wanted this. “I’m a man, not a saint, Maren.”
A small chuckle escaped her. “And if I don’t want to?”
“Then, we don’t. It’s as simple as that.”
Maren headed to the bar and took a sip of my bourbon, coughing as the amber liquid made its way down. “What happens at the end of the month?”
This woman made my head spin.
“We go our separate ways.” I took a few steps in her direction, but stopped a foot away.
Maren took another sip of my drink. “What about staying friends?”
It was best to get it all there up front. I would leave after the month. There was no way I would break my motto. “Maren, I don’t do relationships. I don’t do friends. I lead a solitary life with no connections.”
A frown appeared. “That sounds lonely.”
“It’s my life.” That was all I would say.
She took a step toward me. “Okay. I can respect that. After the month, I’ll leave and never contact you again.”
I believed her and that’s what made this perfect. She took another step toward me, now only inches from me. “I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”
“T
omorrow.”
Maren reached up on her tiptoes and kissed my lips. I thought she would pull back, but she pressed against my body.
That was my cue.
Things turned in an instant when we tasted each other. My arms surged around her as I sought entry into her mouth. Legs wrapped around my waist and I pushed my dick against her core, eliciting a moan. She tasted of sweet cherries. Hell, I wanted all the way in her.
I sat her on the bar, putting her heat at the perfect fucking height. Reaching for the tie of her dress, I pulled it open. Blindly, my hands sought her nipples. As I rolled them between my fingers, she threw her head back, arching her tits into my hands. Sliding my hands down her stomach, I wanted to rip off her cotton panties. She breathed heavily as she watched my hand.
Nearing the lips of her pussy, a knock came from the door.