“Sure I do,” he said warily.
He wanted a woman to cook for him wearing nothing but an apron. To use kitchen utensils for purposes other than cooking. To have sex in the public dining room of his restaurant in front of the large open window.
“Tell me all your fantasies.”
He cocked his head. “Why are you so interested?”
“I just might make them come true.”
His stomached tightened, his excitement uncontrollable. She squirmed a little harder into his lap, and she had to feel it—the erection that was getting harder by the second.
“Haven’t you ever thought about what it would be like to fuck me?”
He groaned, conflicted. “Have you?”
She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his ear while her lower half wriggled against him. “Oh, yeah.”
“Are you saying we’re going to have sex?”
“Well, that’s up to you.”
She held tight to his shoulders and leaned back, her hips working in a figure eight motion. It made her crotch gently push against his hard-on. Did they teach her lap dancing in this burlesque class?
“The very first time I realized touching myself down here felt good, I thought of you.” She reached down and traced her middle finger along the soft lace of her thong.
He fisted his hands at his sides and straightened. Restrain yourself. You’ve always been a gentleman.
“Aren’t you going to touch me?”
His hands twitched. She wasn’t relenting. That sexy grind she was doing on his lap was breaking down his resolve. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her—like an orange grove on a warm day. Why had he never noticed the sweet smell of her skin? Or was this what she smelled like when she was turned on? Either way, he couldn’t get enough of it.
His rested his hand on her calf. She stilled, but only for a moment. She sucked in a breath when he trailed it up her leg. The higher his hand moved, the harder she swiveled on his lap. Her stocking felt like silk when he brushed over her knee and up her thigh. She let out a quiet moan.
She was going to be doing more than that before he was through with her.
He grabbed her thighs with both hands, his thumbs massaging the insides, circling higher and higher toward the sweet center of her arousal.
“Finn…” she whispered, throwing her head back. The shiny length of her brown hair blew lightly in the warm autumn breeze. It wafted her citrus scent, engulfing him, catapulting his impulse to ravage her.
He’d never seen her like this. So unabashed and willing. So—
Her hands grabbed his and thrust them against her sex.
—so incredibly sexy.
The untimely message chirp of his cell phone sounded from his pocket. And just as quickly as the sexy scene had unfolded in front of him, it deflated.
She slumped back, letting her head fall forward. The heartbeat thumping in his chest didn’t soften when he removed his hands from her body.
The chirp had brought him back to reality. The chirp had prevented him from doing something he knew he shouldn’t. He knew better. She’s your best friend’s little sister.
“Veronica, I—”
Leaning in, she placed her finger over his lips. “One day soon, I’m going to seduce you, Finn O’Reilly. You’re not going to know when. You’re not going to know where. But I will.” She bit his earlobe. “And you’re going to love every single minute of it.”
Letting her play this game was just asking for trouble. But his libido had a mind of its own. She was already walking away before his brain could register that he should be disagreeing.
He eyed her sexy sway until she was no longer in sight. He struggled to remove his phone from his pants. They stretched way too tight across his front.