Page 67 of Payoff Pitch
Ripley replies, “Reagan Daulton asked to meet with us about our sponsorship deals. She just wants to make sure everything is on brand with the Anacondas.”
I suppose that explains why I didn’t know about it. I’ve turned everything down. “Gotcha. Have fun. I’ll see you guys later.”
Kam waves her fingers at me. “Have fun wiggling his toothpick.”
Oh, Kam, it’s no toothpick.
I mercifully head out the door without any further inquisition or euphemisms for sex.
I have no idea what it’s going to be like between me and Tanner this morning. I hope it’s not awkward. More importantly, I hope he doesn’t regret it. I certainly don’t.
My question is quickly answered seconds after I arrive.
My key isn’t even in the door yet when it opens. In a flash, Tanner walks out, closes the door behind him, and then does some sort of ninja spin move and pins me to it.
Before I can get a word out, his mouth immediately crashes into mine, and his fully formed erection pushes onto my stomach…all the way up to my cleavage. I immediately drop my bag and grab fistfuls of his dress shirt, kissing him back with everything I have.
Unlike last night when his breath was laced with whiskey and cigars, this morning it’s minty and fresh. I’m not sure which I like better. They’re both sexy because they’re his.
His hands slowly explore the curves of my body until he breathlessly breaks the kiss. Without moving away, he says, “I wish you would have stayed last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Smelling you on me was driving me nuts. I need more of you.”
I can’t help but smile as I move my hands up his solid body. “Me too. I could smell you on me all night. I almost didn’t shower this morning.”
He runs his nose along my cheek. “I need to dirty you up again. Fallon has Harper tonight. I want you to come back. Spend the night with me so we can do all the things we couldn’t do last night. So I can make you scream to your heart’s content.”
I let out a moan. “That sounds amazing, but we leave for Miami this afternoon. You know that.”
He tilts his head back and blows out a breath in frustration. “Shit. I forgot.” He pulls my hair so I’m forced to look up at him. “I don’t know if I can wait three more days to have you again. One taste wasn’t nearly enough. I’m about to explode.”
I like this version of Tanner. A lot. I’m practically melting into him right now. If he wanted to take me right here, I wouldn’t stop him. In fact, I think it sounds like a good plan.
Our intimate moment is broken by Harper’s voice yelling from inside the house, “Daddy, where are you? I need you, Daddy.”
I don’t know what comes over me, likely my sister’s craziness, but I smile and coo, “I need you too,Daddy.”
He lets out a growl from deep in his chest and then grips hiscock. “Holy fuck. Is it wrong that my cock nearly exploded when you called me that?”
I bite my lip. “Should I call you Daddy instead of Mr. Montgomery?”
His eyelids flutter. “My cock likes both.” He thrusts it onto me so I can feel the truth of his statement. “Every time you’ve called me Mr. Montgomery over the past few months, all I could imagine was bending you over my lap and spanking you.”
Holy crap. Why do I like the sound of that?
We both smile. Our lips are about to meet again when the door opens. I almost fall through, having to catch myself.
Harper grins. “Bailey! I didn’t know you were coming today. Yay!” She pinches her eyebrows in confusion. “Why are you outside, Daddy?”
Tanner quickly picks up my bag to cover his unmistakable bulge. “I was outside checking on the rose bushes when Bailey arrived. I’m helping her with her bag.”
Rose bushes? It takes everything I have not to laugh. He has a gardener and has never once attended to the massive grounds himself.
He’s sweating at the brow, unable to make eye contact with her. He’s a terrible liar. I think I like that about him.
She’s looking at him skeptically. I need to distract her attention. I rub her hair. “Did you go to the bathroom this morning, sweetie?”
She looks up at me and smiles. “Yes. Daddy won’t know this one. It’s a funny word.”
“Well, what is it?” I ask.