“Now?”

  She checks her watch. “I have to be home in an hour to get ready for work. This is a one-time only, isn’t it?”

  I wiggle my eyebrows. “Unless you want more.”

  She fakes yawning. “You’re smooth but a little rusty.”

  “I’ll show you there’s no rust under the hood, gorgeous,” I joke. “Race you to it.”

  I don’t know who was chasing whom. We arrive at the inn in less than fifteen minutes. I drag her to the third floor and open the door to my room.

  “Do you have condoms?” she asks, taking off her shoes.

  “I’m a good boy scout,” I answer, pulling a square foil out of my wallet.

  “Do we have any rules?”

  “Rules?” I answer as I pull my t-shirt up and throw it to the floor. “What are you talking about? This isn’t BDSM, is it?”

  She laughs, and it’s becoming my favorite sound. It’s such a free, happy sound. “No. I mean…I don’t know what I mean. Maybe something like no kissing, or no names, or…I don’t partake in one-night stands. Though, I want to keep this like a one-time thing.”

  “Oh,” I say. “I mean, we don’t have to exchange names. I would like to fuck your mouth with my tongue and, if you want, my cock too.”

  She’s staring at my chest. “Like what you see?” Her needy eyes stare at me. “Let’s see what you have.”

  “Maybe that’s my rule,” she says. “We don’t exchange names, compliments, or flirt. We just do it.”

  “What if I refuse? I want to savor you, tell you how beautiful you are, and how delicious you taste.”

  “No,” she states. “I don’t want it to be that intimate.”

  “Okay,” I say. “Are you regretting this?”

  She sucks on her bottom lip and nods. “Yeah, this isn’t me. I—”

  “What is it?”

  “See, I want to do this. Like all night, I thought about saying fuck it. The next time I won’t back down. I even dreamt of what you could do to me,” she says, her skin turning slightly pink.

  “What did I do to you in your dream?” I dare to ask, taking a step closer to her. She doesn’t move or turn her gaze away as I take a second one. “Are you going to tell me, or do I have to imagine everything?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” she mumbles, as her eyes stare at me like the ocean stares at the sun openly and hopeful for a new day.

  “But it does. Maybe you forgot part of it, and you need someone to refresh your memory. First, I kissed you,” I whisper, bending closer to her. “Just like I did last night. Do you want to remember?”

  A shy smile curves her lips. “Maybe.”

  I brush the loose strands away from her face. “I hesitated at first because what if I’m making you uncomfortable. I waited even as our lips almost touched.”

  “Why did you wait?”

  “I enjoy feeling your heat against mine, your anticipation, the need.” I brush her soft lips with mine. She gasps, opening her mouth just slightly. Her eyes brighten the room.

  I dip my mouth to hers. This is almost as good as running and feeling the air against my body while I imagine that I’m flying against the current and the mundane life I live. The only difference is I don’t rush. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me, hoping that this kiss is enough to convince her that we could have something beautiful before she has to go to work.

  There’s nothing wrong with creating a perfect moment while you take a break from life. In an hour, we’ll be a memory.

  Desire flows through my veins. I kiss her neck, travel over her bare shoulder, and I undress her slowly. I kiss the trail of freckles running down her arm. She shivers. My fingers explore her. They memorize her.

  “You’re so beautiful.” My voice comes out raw, lustful.

  Maybe we could be a summer fling, I think for a second, but then I erase that thought. It’s a bad idea.

  I press my lips to hers, kissing her tenderly. She’s so soft and small compared to me, and yet, we fit perfectly together. I slide my tongue between her plump lips. She opens for me, letting out a soft moan. I thread my hands through her hair, pulling her closer. I can’t get enough of her. Her hands curl behind my head, clutching me closer. It’s like we’re desperate to become one. Our lips fuse into each other’s, the slow kiss becomes frantic, urgent.

  Suddenly, I’m drunk on her. Her scent, her taste, her moans. I’m high on her. She’s all I want, all I’ll ever need. My hands begin to move down her body, finding the waistband of her shorts so I can push them down. I grow harder as I realize she’s not wearing underwear.

  One hand travels back to her tight ass. I move my other hand up her thigh. Her breath catches as I almost touch her pussy. I bend closer to her, running my lips down her sternum and toward her beautiful globes, licking one of her dark pink nipples and sucking on it. She moans, her back arching as she grabs the back of my head.

  I wrap an arm around her waist and cup her breast with my other hand, squeezing it, flicking her nipple as I continue sucking on the other. My face is buried between her breasts, my hands exploring her luscious body. I move my hand away from her breast, dragging it to the apex of her thighs, and she shudders against my hand. She’s so wet. For me.

  “I want you inside me,” she says, firmly, almost commanding.

  She pushes down my running shorts.

  “Wait, I want to make it good for you—for both of us,” I pant, trying to slow down the pace. “I want to taste you,” I say, sucking my wet finger, savoring her juices. She grins. It’s a mischievous grin that promises to do a lot more than just letting me lick her wetness.

  Licking her lips and running her thumb over my crown, she surprises me by saying, “I want to taste you too, but later.”

  She’s set on what she wants and not shy in asking for what she needs, and it makes me like her even more. I push her down onto the bed, stepping out of my shorts and grabbing the condom. I open the foil and roll the latex down my length.

  Kneeling in front of her, I watch those blue eyes widen with surprise. I push her thighs open, sliding my hands toward her core before burying my face at her center, kissing her beautiful pussy.

  Chapter Five

  Siobhan

  I didn’t expire from having sex with a perfect stranger. Actually, I don’t give a shit about what's happening around me. Well, I do, but so far, nothing catastrophic has happened. It is as if having sex fixed my bad luck.

  Next time things start going upside down, I should drive to the city and look for a hot guy to fix it with sex. Ha, if life was just that easy to improve, the world would be a much better place.

  It’s around noon when I head toward my office that I see him. The stranger from last night. The casual one-hour-stand. I liked him yesterday wearing a suit. Earlier today, all skin, rippled muscles, and a few tattoos on his back and arms. This casual version with a button-down shirt and a pair of jeans is just as yummy.

  Wait, what is he doing here?

  “Can I help you?” I ask, pretending I don’t know him.

  He turns around, sees me, and grins. “I could tell you a way or two if you have time,” he jokes.

  “Are you stalking me?”

  He shakes his head. “Not at all. I hope this isn’t awkward. Unless you want to make it interesting.”

  I’m already dripping wet with his words and those eyes. This guy can make me come if he says I’m going to fuck you right now.

  I should say, “You need to leave. I work here.” Instead of saying, “What do you have in mind?”

  He winks at me. “A few minutes in a private place. I’ll make it good.”

  “I shouldn’t,” I whisper.

  “But this might be the part of your dream where you wanted me to go down on my knees, push your pencil skirt up, move your lacy underwear to the side and eat your pussy.” He pauses, licking his lips. “I’m hungry, again.”

  I squirm. This guy. That voice. Those words. They make me say and do stupid things, like drag him to the janitor’s closet.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He sucks in a breath as I unbutton his jeans slowly, my fingers grazing the bulge of his hard length.

  “Do I have an effect on you?” I ask.

  My gaze is locked on him as I set my hands on his strong chest, moving them upward and taking his shirt off. Then I tug his jeans all the way to where the V muscles are covered by his boxers. His cock springs free in my face. I stare at it intently.

  There’s something about this man that makes me want to push everything further, like suck his cock down my throat and swallow every drop. I kneel in front of him. He jerks as I trace the crease between his balls with my tongue.

  I lick my lips, ready to take his girth in my mouth. His hot, smooth shaft pulses in my palm.

  “Suck me,” he orders. “There’s something so delicious about fucking your mouth in this closet. A forbidden place with the naughty girl.”

  “A stranger who’s going to swallow every last drop of your cum,” I assure him.

  My grip around his cock tightens, and I open my mouth wider, sliding the thick length inside. I lick it, suck it, and pump with my mouth and hands.

  “Fuck,” he groans.

  “Touch yourself,” he orders. “Make us come at the same time.”

  I do as he says and rub my clit while I move my mouth faster and faster, hitting the back of my throat with his crown. His legs tremble, and we’re both close to the edge.

  “You’re killing me.” The man’s voice shakes as I suck him harder.

  I let his length go and kiss his tip. He groans as I suckle his sac. He buries his hands in my hair, coaxing my head closer to him. I nibble, kiss, and suck the flesh around the base of his shaft. He grows harder. He’s a piece of marble and even looks like David.

  Sculpted.

  “Fuck, I need to be inside you,” he mutters, lifting me from the floor.

  He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest. Those intense brown eyes catch my soul, sucking it slowly.

  “Please,” I beg him.

  He takes my mouth. His lips are first soft and then hard before he pushes his tongue into my mouth. Soon our tongues begin to twirl like two lovers trying to fuse into one. His kiss consumes me. His touch burns my skin in the most delicious way.

  My hands slide down his back to his firm ass, and I pull him against me, rubbing myself against him, trying to find some release because the ache between my legs is killing me.

  “I need you inside me, now,” I beg him.

  My pulse races as he pushes me against the door.

  “Arms up.” He lifts them above my head and strips me of my lace panties, pushing my skirt up. He kisses my neck and says, “They’re mine. My precious souvenir.”

  He places them inside his pocket, grabbing a condom from his wallet. I watch him tear away the wrapper, and I take the rubber away from him, sheathing his length with the latex, entirely overtaken by desire.

  He pushes two fingers inside me, smiling as they slip into my wet core. “You’re ready,” he says, pushing my feet apart, lifting me by the waist, and thrusting his thick cock inside me.

  He stills, our eyes meet for a long moment. I wrap my legs around him.

  As he thrusts himself inside me and his eyes bore into mine, my entire soul is quivering. I want him to continue, though the feelings inside my chest are beginning to crack my walls. This is too much to take, and yet, he gives me a heart-stopping kiss while he moves faster and harder.

  I wrap my arms around his neck, meeting his hips, seeking more of whatever it is he’s giving me today. He pushes his arms underneath me, holding me close to his body. His body is pressed so hard against me that I can feel every one of his muscles. I can feel his heart beating as fast as mine.

  Nothing we do feels like enough. I want to be inside him, for him to be inside me more than he already is. I’m climbing the tallest peak of pleasure I’ve ever reached in my life. I cling to him tightly as I’m about to explode. I don’t want to be alone when I fall from this high.

  He rocks into me deeper, harder, faster. As if he knows I’m about to come undone, or maybe he’s just about to reach his peak too.

  We both groan, shake, and push into each other as deep as possible.

  He kisses me fiercely.

  We’re locked together.

  Building a fire.

  Heating each other’s bodies.

  Until we both begin to unravel, pushing each other into a deep pool of pleasure until a mind-blowing orgasm takes over my entire body.

  His cock buried deep inside me. His mouth possessing me, drinking me in. Has sex ever been this good before?

  “This shouldn’t have happened,” I say, fixing my skirt. “I need my panties.”

  “Has anyone seen Siobhan?” I hear a male voice asking for me outside of the door.

  I grab a bucket from the back. “Don’t move from here until… Give me five minutes before you come out of the closet,” I order.

  “Oh, there you are, sweetheart,” Mr. Matthews says, smiling at me. “What happened now?”

  “Why?” I ask, looking around.

  “Well, you have a bucket, you’re flushed, and your hair is…” He moves his hands around his hair. “That’s not the point of this conversation. Let’s go to your office. I have a big surprise for you.”

  My heart is pounding. He almost caught me having sex with a customer in the janitor’s closet. He’s going to fire me if he finds out. What is wrong with me? This is so out of character. My heart pounds as I take a step closer to the office. He’s going to fire me. He probably knows that I had sex at the inn with one of the guests.

  As we enter my office, he looks at his phone. “Where is this kid?”

  “Who?” I ask.

  He steps outside my office, looks toward his left, and says, “There you are. I told you to wait for me, and suddenly you disappeared.”

  Mr. Matthews enters, and a man a few inches taller than him is right behind. “Siobhan, I want you to meet Iskander Cantú. He’s Diego’s grandson. Iskander, meet Siobhan. She’s been with us for the last couple of years. She manages the brewery and the sports bar.” He pauses and flashes his signature smile at me. “You can bring him up to date. He’s here to take Diego’s place. You’ll be managing under him.”

  I stare at Mr. Matthews. He has to be kidding me. So much for sex making a better world, and washing away my bad luck. I just fucked my new boss in the janitor’s closet. My boss’s grandson.

  Chapter Six

  Iskander

  “If you don’t mind, I’m going to take my break.” Siobhan finally speaks, avoiding my gaze. “It’s lunchtime. Yes, I’m…”

  “I can take that bucket from you,” I say, getting closer to her.

  She drops the bucket and runs out of the office.

  Abuelo is going to kill me if he ever finds out that I slept with her. I’ve heard of Siobhan before. She came from Chicago and made several changes to the brewery and the sports bar that have brought more customers to Wicked Luna, plus tourists to Luna Harbor.

  “What did you do, Iskander?” Uncle Gary glares at me with a what-the-fuck-Iskander? look.

  “Nothing?”

  He shakes his head in disapproval. “She ran like a skittish kid who just saw a ghost. I can’t lose that girl. You need her to run this place.”

  “I thought Dad said I needed my siblings to run the place,” I correct him. “Which one is it?”

  “You five are here to run the shops,” he states. “I’m going to stay in Seattle with your grandfather. That’s why I said we had to start today. I’m introducing you to everyone and giving you the keys and passwords to everything.”

  I glare at him. “Are you kidding me, Uncle Gary?”

  He shakes his head. “No. I was going to hire more people, but you know Diego. He said that this is your legacy. You kids need to come back home. We put too much heart and soul into these places. It’s your turn to continue with the tradition.”

  Uncle Gary has been a friend of my grandfather since they were in grade school. Unlike my grandfather, he never married or had a family. In some weird way, we’re all he has. It never occurred to me that he doesn’t have anyone to leave his part of the business to. This might be me in fifty years. I’ll leave everything to my nieces and nephews.

  My grandfather is not going to die, and Uncle Gary is going to be around for a while. I better make sure that he knows this. Me tending his shops is temporary.

  “Until you come back,” I state.

  “Sure.” He looks at his watch. “Do you think you can come over on Monday so Siobhan can bring you up to speed? You know how to manage the sports bar. Nothing has changed. I’m giving her the day off. She deserves it.”

  I’m not sure if she’s going to talk to me again. Fuck, what was I thinking when I pinned her against the door and fucked her? I knew when I saw her today that she was more than just a waitress about to quit tomorrow. I just didn’t care. I had to have her one last time. Though, I’m afraid that wasn’t enough to purge her out of my system. I need to be inside her again, to fuck her pretty mouth and watch her swallow my cum—among other things.

  “Iskander, are you okay?”

  I nod. “Yeah, I’ll talk to her. Where are we going next?”

  “The tattoo parlor.”

  “All I can draw is stick figures. I hope you don’t mind if we hire someone to take over that place,” I say.

  “Mane has that friend, San, doesn’t he? He’s good at drawing. Myka is good at designing too. They probably know someone who might be able to do it, or they can learn.”

  God help us. “We’ll figure it out,” I reassure him.

  He should oversee everything, I appreciate his concern for my abuelo, but he doesn’t need to be there every day. Dad is plenty, isn’t he?

  After the tour of the inn, the tattoo parlor, the car shop, and the sports bar, Uncle Gary gives me the keys to my grandfather’s house. He says that all their properties are rented, but if I don’t feel comfortable living there, I can stay at the Inn or rent the pool house at the farm.

 

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