Page 57 of Daring Destiny
Thepasttwoweekshave been incredible.
Brennan’s been in Seattle, sorting out his CEO agreement before the IPO. Aside from a couple of long meetings, for once he’s had real time off.
On the other hand, I’ve never been busier.
My hard work over the past decade has paid off, though I’m increasingly disillusioned with my chosen profession. A couple of months ago, my biggest rival retired, leaving me with a corner on the market listings ten mil and above. I’m juggling dozens of high-net-worth clients, and they’re getting more entitled and demanding.
It takes a special skill to deal with the level of service they expect. The prospect of focusing on Reuniverse has me rethinking my future. It’s gratifying putting my time into something where I don’t have to kiss ass to make a sale. Hopefully one day I’ll be able to work on it full time.
For the next couple days, though, I’m taking time off so Brennan and I can spend it together. This evening we’re at The Zoo relaxing and playing pool, like old times.
“Should we play?” Brennan nods toward the pool table, though we both know neither of us really cares about the game.
God, he’s fucking adorable. I’ve never seen him look more relaxed. He even has two days’ worth of scruff. I’m going to toy with him a bit and get him good and worked up. Because, I’m not going to last long. I need my nightly allotment of orgasms.
At least two, hopefully three or four.
“I don’t know how.” I bat my eyes at him, teasingly. “Will you teach me?”
Brennan’s lip quirks when he realizes my secondary game of seduction. “Sure, I’ll show you how it’s done.” He grabs a couple of cues, looking delicious in his worn jeans and black T-shirt. “This is how you break.”
“Oooooh. Interesting.” I stand next to him and lean over the table so he can see a flash of side boob in my loose tank top.
“You’re not gonna distract me.” He takes a shot, scattering the balls. A solid drops into the corner pocket and he addresses me in exaggerated mansplain. “Looks like I’m solids.”
“Youaresolid,” I purr, running my hand down his arm, feeling the muscle beneath his shirt.
He chuckles, leaning closer. “You gonna behave tonight?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” I blink at him innocently, gesturing to the table. “Is it still your turn?”
He chalks his cue and scans me from head to toe, the bulge in his jeans hard to miss. I know the feeling, I’m so wet for him it’s insane. This man does it for me every time.
Brennan takes his shot, missing the pocket, but doesn’t seem to care. He’s too busy undressing me with his smoldering eyes.
“My turn,” I announce, circling the table with exaggerated grace, pretending to search for the perfect shot. I bend over, knowing exactly how this looks from his vantage point—tits fully visible, hips tilted just so—and take a shot, sinking the ball.
He adjusts himself and shakes his head. “You’resobad.”
“No, I’m agoodgirl,” I say breathily. “Beginner’s luck, I guess.” I wink, biting my lip when I catch the heat in his gaze.
Brennan leans against the stool, arms crossed, his biceps pulling tight against his shirt, watching me like he’s planning his next move—and it’s not on the pool table.
I take another shot, this time wiggling my ass in his direction. The ball doesn’t make it, but judging by the way he’s watching me, it’s the last thing on his mind.
“I’m on to you, you know.” He comes up behind me.
“Whatever do you mean? I’m playing pool.” I hip check him and reach for a fry when the waitress drops off our food.
Brennan grabs his cue and effortlessly sinks three balls in a row. “Winner of three games gets ten minutes of sexual favors.”
“Twenty.” I blow him a kiss. “I want to come at least twice before you fuck me.”
We eat our bar snacks and play, bantering and giving each other teasing looks and touches. Both of us know how the night’s gonna end. When a classic Stones song starts playing on the jukebox, I can’t resist swaying my hips to the beat as I circle the table.
“You still trying to distract me?” Brennan’s eyes lock on mine.
“Of course.” I lick my lips and sink the eight ball. “One-nil.”