Free Going for It by Elle Kennedy Page B

braless tits. Lord, why wasn’t she wearing a bra? The sight of her nipples poking against the thin material of her black tank top nearly caused his eyes to pop out of his head. He’d always liked her breasts, always wondered how they’d feel under his palms, how her nipples would taste when he sucked them between his lips.
    “Riley?”
    His head jerked up and when he met her gaze he could swear he saw a glimmer of satisfaction flickering in her eyes. What exactly was she up to?
    He cleared his throat. “Sorry. You were saying?”
    “What I was saying,” she said with a sassy smile, “is that I want to talk about sex. Actually, scratch that. I don’t want to talk about it. I want to do it.”
    His cock swiftly sprang up against his fly.
    “Got anyone in mind?” he managed.
    “You.”
    That one little word sucked the oxygen from his lungs and caused all his blood to pool in the southern region of his body. His cock grew even harder, like an uncomfortable slab of marble as it strained against his jeans. He was so stiff he could barely move, let alone talk.
    “Is this a joke?” he finally asked.
    “No joke.” With another grin, this one more wicked than the first, she added, “I’ve been thinking about this for two years.”
    His hand trembled a little as he raked it through his hair. “You’ve been thinking about having sex with me for two years?”
    She simply nodded. There was no need for words—the hot look in her blue eyes said it all. So did the way she licked her bottom lip.
    “How come you, uh, never mentioned it before?”
    “You didn’t seem interested.” She cocked her head curiously. “ Are you interested?”
    Hell yes, his dick shouted.
    Don’t even think about it , his conscience ordered.
    Shit.
    He had no idea what to say to that and the battle raging in his head wasn’t helping the situation.
    So instead of answering her question, he asked one of his own. “I never thought you were the casual type. What suddenly made you decide you wanted a roll in the hay with a playboy like me?”
    “So you admit you’re a playboy.”
    “Sure.”
    “I prefer male slut.”
    His mouth lifted in a faint grin. “I’m thirty years old, single, and rich. I’m allowed to be a slut. You, on the other hand, are too good for me. My rough edges would scratch the hell out of you.”
    “Sounds kinky.”
    His cock twitched, a warning that this conversation was treading into very dangerous territory. She was obviously dead serious about this, and if he wanted to leave this bar with his honorable intentions intact, he really needed to nip this in the bud. Now. Before he did something stupid.
    Like fuck her.
    “Don’t pretend you don’t want to,” she said, reading his mind. “I can see it in your eyes, Riley. You’re interested.”
    She didn’t even know the half of it. But what she also didn’t know what that she’d just propositioned the same man who was about to profit from her financial troubles. He’d been here the night she’d informed her staff she was selling the bar. He’d seen the anger and desperation in her eyes. He knew the Diamond was her entire life, that she’d inherited it from her parents after they’d died in a car accident five years ago. She’d single-handedly run this place for years now, and he felt like a total ass for taking it away from her.
    But he couldn’t ignore the reality of the situation either. Sam was broke, the bar was struggling, and even if he hadn’t bought it, she would’ve lost it anyway.
    The reality, however, didn’t ease his guilt. He knew he should have talked to her before he made the offer for the Diamond, tried to explain why he was doing it and gotten her blessing before he did. Yet he hadn’t wanted to upset her. No, he hadn’t wanted to lose her. Sam’s friendship was one of the highlights of his empty post-retirement life, and he’d selfishly wanted to hang on to her, something he hadn’t been sure would be possible if he told her