Page 5 of Turn Me On
“Then why don’t you just correct me?” He lifts his drink, tips some back, then when he’s done, he licks those lush lips.
A groan escapes me.
He smiles, slow and easy. He heard me, and he likes the effect he has on me.
That makes two of us.
I lean the slightest bit closer to him, still a foot apart on these barstools. I take my time, imagining ripping off his shirt and jerking his hands behind his back. “I’ve been to Cabo with my buddies. We’ve had a few drinks. Laid a few wagers. But I got this ink in Miami.”
“Still tropical,” he points out.
“True, true. But the bet wasn’t about riding a wave.”
“Then, enlighten me. Whatwasit about?”
I shake my head likeCan you believe it?“Those fuckers bet that I couldn’t get a sexy, smoldering, smart-mouthed man at the bar to go home with me…so I could have my way with him.”
His eyes pop at those last words, then he studies the black bar top and swallows roughly. He tugs at the knot in his tie and shifts in the seat, as hot and bothered as I want him to be. “That’s what you wanted? To have your way with him?”
“Yes. I don’t fuck around.”
Another pause. Another exhale. He returns his gaze to me, his eyes glimmering with desire. “That’s very good to know,” he says, and adds a low hum that lets me know he’d play that way. I have to seal the deal to see him tonight. It’s rare to meet a guy who likes bedroom games the way I do. Hell, hitting for the cycle is easier. I’m not letting him slip away.
“But what I’m stuck on is…” he says, again in that low murmur. “Does that mean the sexy, smoldering, smart-mouthed man actually turned you down?”
“Does that surprise you?” I ask.
“I suppose some men have enormous…discipline.” That last word rolls off his tongue, making my balls sizzle.
“Oh, he didn’t have such an iron will.”
The suit squints in confusion. “But you got a tattoo anyway? You must really like daiquiris.”
I chuckle. “Oh, I do like them. I got the ink, though, because I always make good on my bets.”
He lifts a questioning brow.
I lead with a smug smile as I go in for the sweet, intoxicating kill. “The bet was that I couldn’t take himhome.” I shrug, likeWhat can you do?“I didn’t take him home to have my way with him. I took him to a hotel instead.”
The man dips his face, hiding a smile as he shakes his head. When he looks up, he raises his glass to me. “You win.”
“We could both win.” I’ll give him what he wants and make him beg for more. He’ll give me the kind of hot, mind-bending sex that’ll cure all my deal stresses. “So, I’ve got a dinner, but what do you say after that I take you—”
The click of leather soles on the bar floor interrupts my question. Then Vance puts a hand on my shoulder and breaks up the party. “Oh! Looks like you’ve met our newest agent.”
My dick and all its hopes deflate.
3
THE CASE OF THE LOOPHOLE
Maddox LeGrande
I know better than to flirt with a client, but I’ve always been good at finding loopholes. Like in my senior year of high school, when my dad said I couldn’t go to that party at Carl Greenwald’s house.
So I only went as far as Carl’s yard.
Details matter, which is why I’m a damn good agent and lawyer. I pay attention to every single detail.