Sweet Sinful Nights(40)

"Think Edge will pass the additional inspection next week before the show rolls out?" Shannon asked Travis.

"Definitely," he said, hooking his thumbs into the pockets of his pants. "I just spent an hour going through everything, and it all looks good. I'll let Brent know for sure and then everything should be all set for the official inspection from the city. I'll be hanging around for a bit, since a buddy of mine is having a bachelor party here tonight."

"Oh, how fun. And I really appreciate that you took time out of your schedule to make sure everything is all set for Brent."

Travis waved his hand to signal it was no big deal. "We go way back. Happy to do him a solid. He's a good guy."

A light bulb went off in her brain. She lifted her phone again, and tapped the screen. "Any chance I could have you say that on camera?"

Travis furrowed his brow. "Sure. But why?"

She quickly explained her idea, and his eyes lit up. "Like I'd say no to that. Love that man like a brother."

She hit record, and asked Travis some questions about Brent and the club. After she finished, she wrote out her plan on her phone. She made a list of everything she'd need to do.

Then she looked at her watch. He would be there in about an hour, giving her plenty of time to change. She retreated to the dressing room where her dancers had been, changed into a new outfit, freshened up, and returned to the bar. In thirty minutes, Edge would open for the first trickle of early evening crowds. For now, the establishment operated at a low hum as bartenders and waitresses set up for service and the sound guys tested equipment.

Shannon knocked back an iced water as she remained glued to her phone and to Brent's text messages, savoring every single one. He told her he'd landed, then that he was on his way. Somehow, the seemingly impossible thirty-six hours had compressed into thirty, twenty, ten and now mere minutes.

A message dinged on her phone.

You better be naked or close to it. I'm walking in.

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"Why would you say you aren't giving?" Brent said as he shut the door to his office on the second floor. The sound of it clicking made his dick even harder. It was the sound that signaled the start of what he'd been waiting for all day, all week, ever since he'd laid eyes on her at the Mandarin.

But his desire dug deeper than the past few weeks.

It unspooled over years.

It had grown roots into the last decade.

There was no way out of this. The only way was through it. He was finally going to have her. To take what was his-this woman he adored to the ends of the earth and back.

He locked the door without looking away from her beauty. He had never seen her dressed like this. She wore a black pencil skirt that hugged her luscious hips, a white, silky button-down blouse, and black sheer stockings that made him think only one thing-how far up did they go?

Then, there were those shoes. Those black leather pumps that he was going to have wrapped around his back so damn soon.

"Why would I say I'm not giving?" she asked, as he backed her up against the wall. His hands were already on her. He ran a fingertip over the top button of her blouse, watching goosebumps rise on her skin as he touched her.

"Because this," he said, raking his eyes over her, "is the best gift I've had all year. You. In my office. Dressed like this." He brushed his fingers along the buttons, and she trembled. That telltale sign of her lust that scorched his blood. "Like the businesswoman I intend to fuck."

She licked her lips. "That's who I am right now. For you."

He leaned into her neck, kissing her, inhaling her honey scent. He bit down gently on her flesh. "All day," he growled. "All day I've thought about this. Nothing but you. Touching you. Tasting you." He buzzed a path along the column of her throat. She made the sexiest little whimpers and sighs, her noises making his cock try to fight its way out of his pants. He pressed his body against hers, his hard-on hitting her belly.                       
       
           


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She moaned in response.

"That's how much I want you. I've been hard for you all day long. I flew across the country like this. With my dick at attention the whole time because all I can think about is having you again," he said as he began working the buttons on her blouse.

She grabbed his tie, tugged him close. Her eyes were on his, hazy and full of heat. "You think it's different for me? You're all I think about, too. I changed my panties twice already today. I get turned on beyond any and all reason just thinking about what you're going to do to me."

He hissed. His blood was on fire. He dragged his fingers up the sheer fabric of her stockings, groaning when he reached the lacy top, hitting the soft flesh of her thighs. He didn't stop though. He was in hot pursuit of her pussy. "Let me test that for sure," he said, then slid his fingers against the panel of her panties. She was soaked all the way through. He dived in, gliding his fingers inside the black lace, sliding them across her sweet flesh that felt like heaven to his touch. He brought his fingers to his lips, and sucked her off. "You are so fucking ready for me."

Her lips parted on a sexy sigh. She looped her arms around his neck, and arched her hips against him. "Please," she said, echoing their conversation from the other night on the phone. "Please take me now. I can't wait anymore."

He scooped her up in his arms and stalked over to his desk, pushing the papers off with his elbow. He set her down, her petite frame barely taking up any space on the big oak desk. Her shirt was open, her bra still on.

She reached for him and began unbuttoning his shirt, her gaze pinned on him as she spoke in a sexy purr. "You've fucked me as a dancer and as a college girl, but never as a woman who runs her own business. So I dressed like one. Because that's who I am now," she said, working her way down the buttons as he undid his tie and tossed it to the floor.

"That's who I want," he said.

She grasped his collar. "And I've fucked a comedian, and a big man on campus, but never this gorgeous man in a suit. So fuck me here on your desk as the man you are now."

And he'd thought he couldn't want her any more than he already did. She'd just proved him wrong. He wanted her even more.





CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE


She was ready.

Nearly. There was something she had to say. Something that couldn't wait any longer. She'd held this in too long, for too many years, and it was aching to be set free.

"Wait."

She placed her hands on his chest, so firm and strong and solid.

He froze on her command. "What is it?"

She cupped his cheeks. "There's something I have to tell you before we have sex."

"Okay," he said, tentatively.

"Something important."

"Okay."

He sounded worried, and she was going to nip that worry in the bud. He'd shown her he'd changed, he'd become the man she wanted, and he was willing to give himself to her. She had more to tell him, which she planned to do when they returned to Vegas that night. But right then, she needed to be the first to say the words that she hoped would tether them together once more, and for always. She wanted to put herself on the line for him.

"Brent," she said, stroking his stubbled jaw, loving his five o'clock shadow. Loving his deep brown eyes. Loving all of him.

"What is it, Shan?"

She wasn't scared. She didn't need liquid courage, or a hearty dose of guts. All she felt was an incredible joy, an iridescent passion that tripped through her bones and sparked along her skin. "I have a question for you," she said, her lips curving into a grin.

He arched an eyebrow playfully. "Why yes, I'm clean, so if you're on the pill we can do it without a glove."

She laughed and swatted him. "No, that's not it."

"Then what is it, babe? Because I am dying to be inside you. I owe you several orgasms and right now I intend to deliver," he said, tilting his head to the side. Waiting.

Waiting for her words.

Words that she was dying to share. She felt so vulnerable, but so sure. He was the one true thing in her life. "Do you think it's possible to fall in love with someone in just two weeks? Especially if that person is the guy you were madly in love with before?" she asked, watching the expression in his eyes change from lust to wonder. He parted his lips, but she shushed him, pressing her fingertip over those soft, delicious lips that she'd be kissing in seconds. "Because I do. It happened to me. I'm so in love with you, Brent Nichols. I am so unbelievably, madly in love with you."                       
       
           


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His eyes sparkled, full of a passion that matched hers. He clasped her hand and kissed her palm, and when he looked at her, he was grinning like a fool in love too. "Yes. I believe it's possible. Because I'm madly in love with you. I never stopped, Shannon. I never stopped loving you. Not once. You are the only one for me."

Happiness raced through her veins. Hope flooded her body. Love was all she felt. Heart, mind, and body, she was all in. "You're the only man I want. Let's stay together this time. I want to be with you."