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  I walk inside and the doorman is there to greet me. Thankfully Brian remembered to put me on the guest list and he sends me up the elevator. I use the key for the penthouse floor and take it all the way up. When I get there there’s a small foyer with a single door and I knock on it. I can hear music on the other side of it and I knock again a little louder. When there’s no answer I grumble as I take out the key again and put it in the lock. If his sister is inside listening to this shit, I’m going to have to find a nice way to tell her to turn that crap down. I can already tell this was a mistake.

  The door opens and I step inside, but no one is there. The place is nice, but I don’t take time to look around it as I glare up at the speakers in the ceiling where the holiday music is coming from.

  “It’s Thanksgiving not Christmas,” I complain as I turn around to close the door behind me.

  In the distance I hear a phone ring followed by footsteps. Somewhere behind me I hear a gasp and I turn around to explain to Brian’s sister who I am. I’m annoyed and irritated as my eyes scan the room to find what can’t possibly be Brian’s sister standing before me.

  “Fuck,” I whisper as the goddess wet dreams are made of looks at me with her lips formed in a perfect O.

  This is a woman, not some plain Jane shy little girl who doesn’t know anything about the world. The blonde bombshell staring at me like I’d fuck her bare on her brother’s couch is nobody sister. She’s hips and legs and soft curves of sex. She doesn’t have a family or friends or anyone else except me, because what I’m seeing right now is all fucking mine.

  “Oh god,” she says as she quickly grabs the edges of her robe and pulls it closed. I can see the rosy red stain her cheeks as embarrassment clings to her like silk with static.

  “Don’t,” I command, and the word is out of my mouth before I can stop it. I don’t want her to cover up what I was enjoying, and I’m not done getting my fill. “Open it,” I say as I point at her robe and wave it away.

  Her fingers tremble with hesitation and the excitement running through my veins is unapparelled. I’ve never felt such a rush before in my life, and walking into this place and seeing a woman like her has made me insane. I would never ask a woman to do this for me, but one look at this beauty and all the blood my brain should be using is rushing straight to my cock.

  For all I know she could be Brian’s girlfriend that he’s never mentioned before and this could ruin everything we’ve build. But a woman like this one is what makes kingdoms crumble. She looks like she belongs on the cover of a 1950s pinup magazine with a centerfold dedicated to her lush body.

  “A-are you Jensen?” My name coming out of her mouth sounds like honey dripping between her thighs and I want to lick it up. I bet her pussy tastes as sweet as she looks.

  “I said open it up.” My mouth is in charge right now because the only thought I have is seeing what I walked in on. It’s been seconds since she took away the hottest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on and I’m desperate for it already.

  Her hands play with the edge of the silky robe, letting the material part just a bit. I watch in wonder and imagine what it feels like against her skin. For a moment I have a vision of rubbing baby oil over her tits and down her stomach. I want to slick her body up before I get on top of her and make a mess. I want her blonde hair wet with sweat while I dig my fingers into it and force my way between her legs. Every inch of her is sex and I want to take her rough. She has no right to look at me with those soft doe eyes while her lips pout like she wishes a cock was between then.

  Suddenly the phone in my jacket blares to life and I have to blink a few times to realize I need to answer it. It’s the thing that snaps her out of her own daydream and she once again cinches her robe tight. She locks away her precious secrets behind the robe and I grip the phone so tightly I feel it creak in protest.

  “Excuse me,” she mumbles, and before I can open my mouth to say a word she’s gone from the room.

  I curse as I look down at my phone and see I’ve missed a call from Brian. I go to call him back, but his text comes through immediately.

  Brian: Sage isn’t answering her phone. Are you there yet?

  I’m irritated he’s checking up on her so quickly. I’m here, she has nothing to worry about. Or maybe now that I’m here she has everything to fear. I fire off a quick text to him so that he’ll shut up.

  Me: Yeah, she’s here. All good.

  I tuck my phone back in my pocket and roughly run my hand over my face. What the fuck am I doing? I’ve lost all sense of self at the sight of her. I might be a crotchety bastard, but I’m not an animal. At least I didn’t think so before I laid eyes on her.

  The music stops and silence falls over the house. The scent of cinnamon and sugar has me drawing near the kitchen. When I walk in I see trays of cookies laid out on the counter and I can’t help myself. My stomach rumbles as I grab one and take a bite. The flavor is so buttery that it melts in my mouth and suddenly I’m pissed off again at how good it tastes. She shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen if her food tastes like sex, too.

  At the sound of shoes behind me I turn around and there she is again. The goddamn siren that’s calling me to my death is wrapped in a white sweater dress that hugs every thick inch of her body. She’s got on boots with heels that give her a little bit of height, but somehow I prefer her barefoot and in her panties.

  “Hey there, I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself,” she says breezily like I wasn’t just looking at her silk-covered pussy five minutes ago. “I’m Sage.” She holds out her hand and I stare at it like it might bite me. If only.

  This is the moment when I should be polite and act like I’ve got some sense of decorum. We can pretend that the incident in the living room never happened and I can find a quiet place to jerk off tonight thinking about it. This is my opportunity to be a gentleman.

  Too bad for Sage I’m no such thing.

  I grab her hand and pull her against me as her eyes widen. My hand slips around her lower back and I press her body to mine as I lean down closer to her.

  “I’m Jensen, but you already knew that, didn’t you, bombshell?” I lick my lips and taste the warm cookie still on them, leaning in closer to her. “You can pretend that it never happened, but I’ll be dead and gone before the memory of you leaves my mind.”

  I trace the edge of her jaw with my knuckle and the sound of her breath catching in her throat makes me cocky. There’s no way she’s forgetting that either. This is Brian’s sister and there are lines between friends that should never be crossed, but right now none of that matters. Not while I feel the softness between her legs against my dick. I’ve made up my mind to fuck her against the wall just when I hear the sound of keys in the front door.

  “This isn’t over,” I vow, looking into her hazel eyes right before I release her and take a step back.

  The front door opens and in bursts a smiling Brian.

  “Oh man, I’ve been dreaming of these all day,” he says, walking past me and straight to the cookies. I keep my eyes locked on Sage as he rambles on about introductions and getting ready for dinner. “Do you want to grab your stuff and I’ll show you the guest room?”

  I nod as he walks down the hallway, and I grab my bag from the living room where I dropped it. When I walk by Sage, I wink at her and I’m rewarded with another blush as she bites her lip.

  This woman is going to be the one to break me. I can feel it.

  Chapter Three

  Sage

  I fidget all the way to the restaurant in the back of the town car with Jensen right next to me. His big body has no choice but to press against me. Though I’m pretty sure he’s doing it on purpose. I still can’t believe what happened and how I did what he’d told me to. I let my robe open for him, and the worst part is, I don’t know how far I would have let it go. It feels like that moment was a dream.

  Brian is sitting in the front with our driver, Sam. He doesn't seem to notice that something is going on. Nor
mally when I sneeze everyone is on me asking if I’m okay. But this happens and nothing. The world has been tilted and it doesn't ding on his overbearing-brother radar. He keeps picking up his phone and doing his own fidgeting. He’s rambling on about random things in the front seat and I have no idea what he’s saying.

  Jensen stares boldly at me. I glance towards my brother to signal him to stop, but he doesn't. My brother is totally oblivious as Jensen leans over. Brian’s cell rings and he puts it to his ear. I gasp as Jensen’s nose brushes against my neck. I feel him take a deep breath like he’s trying to smell me.

  I stare straight ahead and pretend nothing is happening. My brother is talking on his phone, but he could turn around any second and for some reason the thrill of that makes my whole body tingle. I’d only gotten myself under control and now I’m heating up as his breath tickles my skin.

  “You smell like cookies.” The sound of him licking his lips is almost obscene. “Let me taste that pussy and see if it’s you or the batter.”

  My mouth falls open at his filthy words. He just says whatever nasty thing he wants and my traitorous body is responding to it. I try to fight it because he’s so crude, but any sort of protest won’t be wholehearted.

  “You’re disgusting.” I turn my head to look out the window so he can’t see the lie on my face.

  I watch the buildings pass, trying to play it cool and look unfazed by what he’s doing to me. I close my eyes when his tongue slides across my neck and I feel his teeth graze against me. I have to fight to keep myself from shivering. I’m in a car with my brother in the front seat. I’ve got to get it together.

  “Liar.” There’s a laugh in his voice and he’s irritatingly cocky as he leans back.

  It’s a fight to keep my breathing under control as the cool air breezes across the place he just kissed. When I summon the courage to look at him, I narrow my eyes at the arrogant look on his face. How could my brother be friends with him? Meanwhile my panties are damp and a dull throb between my legs is making it hard to sit still.

  “Breathe, bombshell,” he whispers, winking at me.

  I want to slap him. And then maybe kiss his lips that are just a bit wet from when he licked them. He seems like a total asshole, but what’s he really done? He wants me, that’s for sure. And he knows I want him. Why does he have to be so damn sure of himself?

  “Sage?” My brother says my name and my eyes snap up to his. From the sound of his voice he must have said it at least once before.

  “Hmm?” I raise an eyebrow feigning innocence.

  “You alright?”

  “Perfect,” I answer, smiling at him. He glances over at Jensen, who shrugs like he’s totally innocent. I glare at him as my brother turns back around.

  “This is Sage’s favorite restaurant,” my brother says as we finally pull up outside of the steakhouse we’ve been coming to since we were kids. It’s not my favorite because of the food, which is good, but because of the memories the place holds.

  “I’ll have to remember that,” Jensen says casually right before I feel his fingers on the edge of my dress.

  At that moment, thankfully, the car stops and I nearly jump out to escape the confining backseat and the electric charge that’s sparking in there.

  “What’s wrong with your face?” my brother asks when he gets out and stands beside me while we wait on Jensen.

  “Me?” I ask, worried that my face is giving everything away.

  “No, him.” My brother nods at Jensen. “It looks like you’re smiling. It’s not normal.” I think he’s teasing him, but I have no idea.

  I try and shift away from Jensen to get some distance between us so my body has a chance to cool down. But much to my agony and excitement, he only moves closer next to me as we walk towards the door of the restaurant. He does it so seamlessly I might not have noticed if the last thirty minutes hadn’t happened. Now my skin is hyper-aware of every move he makes.

  “Sage.” When we walk in, I turn at the sound of my name to see Nathan coming towards me. His grandfather owns the place. He gives my brother a chin nod that Brian doesn't return. He goes to pull me in for a hug like he always does, but I unintentionally take a step back. Jensen's oversized hand has me by the wrist and he gently pulls me to his side.

  “Don’t touch.” Jensen’s voice is flat and might be considered bored by an outsider. But standing this close to him, I can feel the tension rolling off him in waves. Nathan must sense it too because he takes one step back, then another.

  My brother laughs. “So it’s not just me you use that line on.” My brother shakes his head and smiles. I look at him in confusion, not knowing what he’s talking about or why he doesn't care that his friend is scaring people away from me. I ignore the tingling in my wrist where Jensen’s thumb is grazing against me and hold on to my irritation.

  “He says that shit at work too when I try to touch his computer,” my brother explains. He doesn’t realize that in a roundabout way Jensen all but laid claim to me. How the hell is he not seeing this?

  My brother smacks him on the back. “I like having backup.”

  My mouth falls open and Nathan looks as dumbfounded as I am.

  “That’s enough,” I say quietly between clenched teeth as I keep a smile on my face. People could be watching us and I don’t want to cause a scene.

  Jensen only looks at me as I pull on my wrist, but he doesn't let me go. I decide to give up the fight for now because it would only draw more attention to us.

  “I’m hungry,” I say as we walk over to the hostess stand to be seated. Brian has stepped off to the side with his phone pressed to his ear.

  “Me too,” Jensen says in a low voice as he tugs me closer to him. My body molds into his as his big frame engulfs me. For a man as big as him, I think I need the extra weight I put on to handle him. My cheeks burn at my own dirty thoughts and Jensen doesn't help as he leads me to the table. “But I’ll wait and have my meal in bed.”

  Chapter Four

  Jensen

  The way she sips her water irritates me. Why does she have to look so fucking innocent when her lips touch the glass? Is she trying to drive me insane? The fact that she had absolutely no reaction when I told her I wanted to eat her in bed has sent me into an internal rage where nothing is right because I can’t prove her wrong.

  What’s it going to take to break that untouchable shield she has around her? I’m sitting inches from her and all I want to do is swipe my fingers between her pussy lips to see if she’s half as hot for me as I am for her. When has a woman ever driven me to the edge like this? I don’t even know her and yet possessing her seems so familiar. Maybe it’s because I’ve heard her brother talk about her for so long that it feels like she’s already mine.

  As Brian orders his food, I slip my hand under the tablecloth and rest it on her thigh. She sputters as she swallows the water and places her glass gently on the table before bringing her napkin to her lips. She doesn’t even bother to look over at me as I slide my hand up her soft skin, and I want to flip the fucking table over. Is that what it would take to get her attention?

  Oh, I see the flush in her cheeks and the way her breathing picks up every time I touch her. I notice every wiggle of her hips as she becomes wetter. There isn’t anything about her I don’t fucking clock, but she’s making a meal out of pretending I’m not even here.

  The white sweater dress hugs her curves tight and I hate it. It puts her gorgeous body on display for people who don’t deserve to lick the ground she walks on. How has my best friend kept this hidden from me all this time?

  My hand slides to the inside of her thigh and I roughly pull on it to spread her legs. That finally gets me a look, and to my pleasure she doesn’t pull away. She keeps them open as her eyes burn into mine and this small victory will be her downfall.

  I felt the connection between us in the car, and I saw how she gaped at my filthy words. She might be shocked at what I say to her, but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t lik
e it. Fuck. I’m enjoying it, too. I’ve never in my life talked to a woman like I talked to her. But here I am, unable to stop. It makes sense though. In life when I want something, I go full speed for it. It’s how I’ve gotten where I am. Growing up in the system, you learn to take what you want. I’ve worked hard at being able to do that. I’ve just never had that want for a woman. Until now.

  “And for you?” the waitress asks, and I turn to look up at her. I haven’t even looked at the menu, but it’s a steakhouse and I just ramble off the standard. “That’s our house special. How would you like that cooked?”

  She’s smiling at me as she tucks her hair behind her ear and moves a bit closer. It’s then I feel Sage’s hand on my wrist and she’s trying to push my hand away.

  “Rare,” I say, and when I go to look at Sage, the waitress interrupts me again.

  “Would you like that Oscar-style? Or maybe with some garlic butter? It makes it extra juicy.” The waitress gives me a wink, but I have no fucking clue why.

  “No,” I answer quickly as I feel Sage’s nails score the skin on my hand. The feeling goes straight to my dick as I think about how those nails would feel on my back.

  When I turn back to her, I can see her narrow her eyes at me before she looks up at the waitress. Don’t tell me that the fucking goddess next to me is jealous. There’s not a woman on earth that could keep my attention from her, and I emphasize that by sliding my hand all the way up and against her pussy. The waitress asks me another question, but I don’t take my eyes off Sage as I answer her. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear Brian talking on his cell phone and not paying us any attention. Then when I feel the waitress walk away, I cup Sage’s panty-covered pussy with my whole hand and lean in close to her.

  “I’ll have dessert at home,” I say, and I’m rewarded when she makes a small whine in the back of her throat.

  “They didn’t have any dessert you liked on the menu?” Brian asks as he gets off the phone and places it in front of him on the table.