Page 60 of Payoff Pitch
“I sure will.”
I quickly tiptoe back downstairs. Without bothering to turn on any lights, I throw my jacket on a kitchen chair and pour myself a glass of Macallan. I swirl the amber fluid a few times before taking a much-needed sip.
It slides down with the smoothness only a fine whiskey can, immediately softening the edges I can’t seem to shake. Leaning back on the kitchen counter, I think about how strong my feelings have become for Bailey. Months ago, I never would have turned down what was being offered at the bar tonight. Now, the thought of touching anyone but Bailey disgusts me.
I run my fingers through my hair. What the hell am I going to do? This woman has implanted herself inside me. I can’t shake it. I can’t shake her.
Are the guys right? Should I go there? It seems like a disaster in the making, but it equally feels out of my control. I’m not sure she even wants me anymore. She doesn’t act like it.
A few minutes later, I hear Bailey walking down the stairs. She doesn’t notice me. I simply watch her as she walks into the family room and tidies it up. As always, she’s in spandex shorts and a tank top, revealing every perfect curve on her body.
She doesn’t turn on any lights. The large windows and full moon afford plenty of illumination in the open family room and kitchen spaces.
She bends over and places the now-folded blankets back into the basket next to the couch. Her ass is taunting me.
My cock didn’t get the memo I’ve been trying to send him. He stands at immediate attention.
Seemingly satisfied with the state of the family room, she makes her way to the kitchen. Despite the darkness, she notices me and gasps when she steps in. She clutches her chest. “Oh my god, Mr. Montgomery, you scared me. I didn’t realize you were home yet.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disturb you and Harper. I could tell she was just about to fall asleep, and if I went in, it would upset the apple cart.”
She nods. “I understand. She wants a kiss when you can.”
I loosen my tie with my free hand. “I know. I will. Does she have water up there?”
Bailey shakes her head.
“I’ll leave her some water too. She gets so thirsty during the night. Did youtwo have fun?”
She gives me a genuine smile. I have this overwhelming desire to make her smile like that too.
“We did. We hit for hours, as always. She’s still working on throwing from the slot. I think she has it down pat.” She lets out a laugh. “My sweet girl is a hard worker.”
I can’t help but wince again at the nickname.
She notices and pinches her eyebrows together. “Does it bother you that I call her sweet girl? I don’t mean to overstep. If I’ve done anything to—”
“It doesn’t bother me for the reasons you think it does,” I interrupt.
She tilts her head to the side questioningly. “Then why does it bother you?”
I take a long sip of my whiskey. More than a sip. A gulp.
Looking her straight in the eyes, I admit, “BecauseIwant to callyousweet girl.”
She sucks in a breath as her big eyes widen and her nipples immediately harden under the thin, tight material of her shirt. “I…I…I thought we discussed that anything between us would be a bad idea. A mistake. You said you don’t want me like that.”
I give a small nod. “It’s still a bad idea, a mistake, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to taste your sweet lips again. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to know if the rest of you tastes just as sweet. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear your moans as I give your tight little body a pleasure it’s never known.”
Her breathing picks up and her cheeks redden. I notice that she subtly rubs her thighs together as her eyes find the unmistakable bulge in my pants. One I don’t bother attempting to hide.
I see her then eyeball my drink. Holding up my glass, I ask, “Would you like some whiskey? It’s the good stuff.”
She slowly licks her lower lip. It’s not meant to be seductive; it just is. Everything about her seduces me.
She takes a few steps in my direction. I assume she’s going to reach for a glass in the cupboard, but she doesn’t. She stands directly in front of me. Her soft fingers brush against mine as they find their way around my glass. I release it, assuming she’s going to take a sip from it. Again, I assume wrong.
She removes the glass and places it on the counter next to me before standing on her tippytoes and then licking across my lips.