“That you shouldn’t quit your day job?”She tipped her head, a sly smile on her lips.
He chuckled.“No.I mean, yes, that too.I’m better suited to business calls and pouring over financial reports than I am a server.I learned I like not being recognized.I had that thought when we were at the Christmas Market but it hit home for me tonight when people asked me if I was an actor.”Ares moved into the kitchen, the lights automatically coming on in a warm glow.From the wine fridge, he took out his favourite bottle of rosé.
“Do you usually get recognized?”
“If I’m anywhere downtown, usually.If I’m with Logan, definitely, but Logan cultivates it.Have you seen his socials?”
“I’ll have to snoop.”Josie placed her hand on his arm.“Thanks for helping me tonight.”
“You’re welcome.”He pulled her close and kissed her, swallowing her exclamation of surprise.She kissed him back, her palms roaming over his chest.Holding this woman against him, the feel of her lips against his, felt like wearing his favourite suit.He never wanted to let her go.
He traced her tongue with his, devoured her lip as if he was starving, and kissed her hard, wanting her to emit another sound.
She did, whimpering breathlessly as she kissed back with the same urgency, pressing her breasts against his chest.
He cupped the back of her neck, changing the rhythm of the kiss to soft and gentle before breaking it off.He caressed the side of her neck and took her chin in his fingers, tipping her head to look at him.Her eyes shone bright he couldn’t wait to have his way with her.
“I want to see your body naked.I want to lavish you and kiss every part of you and then I want to slide into your hot pussy and fuck you.”
She bit her lip, two red spots on her cheeks.“Yes.”
He wanted to throw his head back and roar in triumph.He took her hand and led her to the stairs.
“That’s a lot of stairs,” she sighed.
“You probably don’t want me to carry you.”
“No.I can do this.”
Ares carried her bag, clutching the straps tightly to prevent himself from lifting her up in his arms.
At the top of the stairs, it took all of his willpower not to hurry ahead, but he couldn’t wait to show her his place.
“Through here.”He took her arm, leading her through the doors, down a hallway.“There is the gym,” he tugged her hand.
“This is big, open.”
“Yes.Next door leads to my study, then to my library.”
“I like books!”Josie stopped to glance in the doorway.
“So do I but I’m ready to bust a nut and the bedroom is the last door on the right.”
She ducked her head, but laced her fingers through his, glancing at him under her long eyelashes, she smiled.“Let’s go put you out of your pain then.”
Ares laughed, and holding her hand, he brought her into his bedroom.And he desperately wished he had hired a designer.
Because looking at it behind Josie’s shoulder, the earthy brown walls with the king-sized bed and white furniture said nothing about him.It could have been a decent hotel room.
“The bathroom is over there,” Ares gestured, setting her bag down on an armchair.
“It’s also a gigantic space.”
“Yes.”
“Are you against art on the walls?”She tilted her head in that teasing look that tugged at his heartstrings.
“I never got around to decorating the place.”That was it, enough talking.He tilted her chin, ran his thumb over her perfectly formed bottom lip and swept his tongue in her mouth, kissing her deeply.
