“Holy. Crap,” I murmured, touching my bee stung lips.
So we were two completely different people and we weren’t going to ever be anything permanent … but that didn’t mean we couldn’t indulge in a little after hours fun.
Yeah, now that I’d had a taste of him … this was definitely far from over.
6
Foster
It was serendipity. At least, that was the excuse Foster used as he pulled into the parking lot outside Ember’s spa and store.
He stared up at the sign for the spa:
House of Bonet
And then to the sign above the attached store:
Ember’s Zen Den
He smirked at her sense of humor, pulse racing.
Of all the places he could be that afternoon, it was in town. Colt had set up a meeting with a guy who was looking to sell several properties he owned on the coastal line. Unfortunately, Colt had a bad case of food poisoning after a sample test day yesterday with their wedding caterer. Not only had he upchucked all through the night, he and Jade now needed to find a new caterer.
And Foster had to cover his meetings.
The day after he almost screwed Ember Bonet in her swimming pool.
Definitely serendipity had kept him in town today.
Georgie was at school, there was no point in him driving into the city only to have to drive back a half hour later to be home for G… so with time on his hands, he found himself heading toward Ember.
Despite knowing it was probably a really terrible idea, he just couldn’t get the taste of her out of his mouth. If he didn’t have her, he was pretty sure he’d never be able to fully concentrate on anything else ever again.
Striding into Ember’s store, he drew to a stop in disappointment to see a woman with long black hair sitting by the counter. She eyed him with a furrow between her brows.
More than likely because he didn’t look like their usual customer.
“May I help you?”
“Uh … is Ember here?”
Instead of answering, she turned and yelled toward the doorway that led to the storeroom and Ember’s office, “Bonet, some hot dude is here to see you!”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond, only took a few more steps toward the counter. It was a wonder Ember’s employee couldn’t hear his heart pounding.
“Is that really how you’re going to address our customers?” He heard Ember say. “Raven, please—” she was suddenly there, staring at him open-mouthed.
“Hey.” His gaze flickered over her long dress, loving the way it hugged her breasts and waist before it flared out into a full skirt. The way she dressed was so different from the women he’d dated but Foster liked it. Everything about Ember was enticingly feminine.
“Hey.” Ember took a step toward him. “What are you doing here?”
“Had a meeting in town. Thought I’d stop by.” He knew he couldn’t hide the heat in his eyes.
He knew it in the way she sucked in a breath and addressed the so-called Raven in a breathy tone. “Honey, why don’t you finish up early?”
Raven raised a brow. “You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
“Sweet!” she hopped off the stool and grabbed a huge black purse. “For once I can do grocery shopping without two teens chirping in my ear and adding fifty dollars’ worth of crap we don’t need, and can’t afford, into my cart.”
Ember gave her a strained smile. “Have fun.”
“Sure, sure.” Raven wiggled her fingers at him as she passed but Foster could barely keep his eyes off Ember.
In fact, his attention was glued to her as her chest rose and fell with quick breaths as she followed in Raven’s wake. Bemused, Foster turned to watch her sashay across the store and turn the lock on the door. She flipped the sign to CLOSED and then sashayed back.
“Come with me,” she murmured as she passed him and anticipation hung heavy in his groin.
Practically chasing after her like a panting teen, he followed her down two steps to the narrow corridor that led off to the stockroom, the restroom, and her office. Ember’s skirts disappeared into her office with her and it was like a haze of lust just came down over his mind.
As soon as he stepped into the room, he rushed her, pressing her up against her desk, molding his body to hers. Foster’s heart slammed against his ribs as their eyes locked, her soft body crushed to his, the fire between them blazing.
Her lips trembled and the wild need took over.
Foster covered her mouth, swallowing her gasp of excitement. Her perfume, the heat of her beneath his hands, and the taste of her—that taste he’d gotten last night in the pool was an addictive elixir—it all overwhelmed Foster as he gripped the back of Ember’s neck with one hand and slid the other down her stomach… He smoothed it over her round hip and under her thigh.