just wanted to get closer.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she said, shifting her hips left and right, causing Bailey to inhale sharply.
“What about the shop?”
As if in answer, the bells jangled.
Eden sighed as she stepped back. She looked at Bailey and smiled sadly. “Guess that will have to wait, dammit.”
Bailey chuckled as she turned and went to the front of the shop.
* * * *
For the rest of the evening people wandered in and out of the shop in a slow but steady stream. Between customers, Bailey helped Eden with her inventory. As they worked, they talked, sharing stories of their childhood and other first-date kinds of information that seemed irrelevant considering how far their relationship had advanced past the trivialities. They finished just before she locked the door at midnight.
After turning off the lights and the neon “OPEN” sign, Eden took Bailey’s hand and led him through the shop, out the back door, and up the stairs to her apartment.
“What’s over there?” he asked, pointing to the other door off the balcony.
“A second apartment,” Eden said as she unlocked the door and stepped into her apartment. “As soon as I finish mine, I’m going to fix that one up and rent it out.”
“Rent it to me now,” Bailey said as he closed and locked the door.
Chapter 9
“Why?” Eden looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
Maybe he had, but the thought of someone else living in that space sent a red-hot stabbing pain through his chest. He had to take a breath before he could speak.
“I hate living on base. I’ve been looking for an apartment, but haven’t found a place I like that’s close enough to base with a landlord I trusted.”
It was close enough to the truth, but he hoped she would not call him on it.
She turned and studied him, and he met her gaze squarely and did not flinch or look away. What little training in being a Dom he had had as well as his military background came in handy, especially when playing poker or, like now, getting his own way with the ladies.
Eden studied him for nearly a minute before shrugging and turning away. “I’ll show it to you tomorrow, okay?”
Bailey nodded in agreement at he laid a hand on one shoulder to stop her from walking away. “Want to play a game?” he asked, his voice dropping soft and low.
He had watched her all night, his cock hard and demanding relief. He knew she remained unaware of the effect her short summer tank dress and stiletto sandals had as she sashayed around her shop. At one point, she had bent over to pick something off a low shelf, and he almost swallowed his tongue as the hem rode up the back of her legs until he was certain she would flash him. But it stopped just shy of giving away her secret of not wearing panties to work that day.
“What kind of game?”
“The kind where in the end we’re both hot and sweaty and very, very relaxed and happy,” he said just before brushing his lips up the left side of her neck.
“Mmmm, I like those kinds of games,” she said, sounding a little breathless.
Bailey kissed his way across the back of her neck as he slid his hands under her arms to cup her breasts. All of the sudden he wished he had not allowed her to wear a bra to work. It would have been so much fun to tell Crow to watch the store as he pulled her into the backroom. He could have stripped her bare except for her sexy high-heeled shoes just by pulling her dress over her head.
“Mmmm, another time,” he murmured as he then licked at the right side of her neck. His fingers circled her breasts, but he growled as the thick padding of her bra kept him from finding her nipples.
“What’s another time?” she asked as she leaned back against him.
“Something I want to try,” he responded, smiling into her neck before turning his head slightly and sucking a bruise into the skin where neck flowed into shoulder.
She moaned when he lifted his head and pulled his hands from her as he stepped away. He
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