Free All In: Raising the Stakes by Lane Hart

couch and chairs facing the flat screen TV. The balcony curtains are pulled, keeping the room dimly lit. Whoa, is it just me or does this feel all romantic-ish?
    Joe sacks out flat on his back on one of the beds. His dress shirt that he slipped on before we came inside still unbuttoned takes the room from romantic to a pornographic fantasy.
    "You mind if I take this bed?" he asks.
    Unable to help myself, I climb up beside him and stretch out on my side. "Yes, I do mind. I think I want this one."
    He laughs and rolls to his side to face me, his beautiful eyes searching my face. "You're drunk."
    "Yep," I say, lowering my own eyes to his naked upper body. I've always wondered what he looked like underneath those suits. The real deal is even more amazing than I'd imagined. He should be modeling underwear in a magazine.
    His body is dark and evenly tanned with no lines even though it’s fall, like it’s just his natural color. That perfect golden skin is stretched over a washboard until it reaches his belly button. From there down it’s a flat expanse, completely smooth like he manscapes everything, except for a faint line of dark hair that goes below his waistband. 
    Before I realize what I’m doing, my fingertips reach out and trace along one of the muscular lines of his abs. Joe sucks in a breath like I've surprised him. Hell, I've surprised myself.
    When he doesn't voice any objections, my fingers run lower, down that dark line to the waistband of his jeans. I dip one down into it, following that tempting trail. The damn denim is in the way, so I pop the button and then grab the zipper.
    "Katie, what are you doing?" Joe asks, his hand covering mine.
    I look up into his cerulean eyes that are filled with both confusion and desire. Does he want me as much as I want him? That’s impossible. But I do want him and I want to see where this goes. I’m tired of fighting the intense attraction to him. I'll have this one weekend like I've always fantasized about before we have to go back home, and back to reality where I’m a mother and a serious attorney with no time for dating. 
    "I'm following your treasure trail to see where it ends," I tell him.              
    "Ah, I can see that, and any other time I'd love for you to...find my pot of gold, but you're drunk."
    "Do you want me to stop?" I ask, slowly lowering his zipper to reveal his black boxer-briefs.
    "No, that's not what I want , but you should probably stop before you do something you'll regret."
    "I'm not that drunk," I assure him, which is the truth. I still know exactly what I’m doing. I’m just a little more uninhibited than my normal, uptight self.
    "I thought you hated me," Joe says, sucking all the air out of my lungs. I deserve it for being such a bitch to him, but I've never meant for him to think I hated him.
    "I hate wanting you as much as I do," I admit as my fingers wrap around the hard, thick cock underneath the cotton. "And I can't tell you how many times I've thought about being with you."
    "Oh fuck," Joe groans, closing his eyes.
    He holds completely still while I yank the elastic waistband of his boxers down, freeing his very eager cock. I’m so distracted by his impressive length that I don't realize he's moved until I’m flat on my back with his big body hovering over top of mine. 
    "Are you sure about this? Tell me now, Katie Kat," he says as his gaze lowers to my mouth.
    "Yes," I assure him, and then his soft, full lips brush against mine. His kiss is gentle, his tongue softly coaxing me to open for him. I’m more than willing. After pushing his dress shirt off, my fingers comb through his soft hair, holding his mouth to mine, my tongue desperate and needy against his.
    Joe's hips rock into my lower body, and I spread my legs wide, so I can feel him against my neglected sex.
    Sitting back on his heels, his hands go to my sides, pushing my shirt out the way for his mouth to lower, exploring my stomach, taking my breath away.