had no intentions of having sex again in an attempt to sell a house. But she wasn’t adverse to a little sexual teasing to get Connor’s attention.
Hell, maybe if he thought they’d do it again, he’d be speedier about making a decision on a beach house.
And once he’d signed on the dotted line…Well, she wasn’t adverse to letting nature take its course.
Assuming his funding was in order, of course.
10
Connor shifted from one sandaled foot to the other, squinting in the sunshine while he waited. Andrea Redd’s assistant had called earlier to tell him a Redd Hot Property limousine would be picking him up for today’s excursion. He wondered if Andrea would be in the limo or if she’d chicken out and turn him over to another Realtor.
He also wondered how he’d feel about that.
The sleek limo, its navy paint sparkling in the morning sun, glided to the curb. REDD HOT PROPERTIES INC. was discreetly lettered in silver paint on the door.
Connor bit back a grin when a man no older than twenty hopped from the driver’s side and scurried around to open the rear passenger door. The driver wore a purple and green tropical-print shirt, baggy cargo shorts not dissimilar to Connor’s own, and purple rubber flip-flops.
“Good morning, Mr. O’Brian?”
Connor nodded as he sauntered to the curb.
“I’m Cody. I’ll be your driver today. Ms. Redd is already in the car.”
“Great.” He returned Cody’s smile. “Let’s rock and roll, Cody.”
The cool interior and the smell of Andrea’s perfume wrapped around him the second he stepped into the car. Although only twinkling lights lit the perimeter of the seating area, he saw her immediately.
And, even though he’d sworn today’s outing would be strictly business, he wanted her.
Not good.
He slid onto a side seat, ignoring the long bench at the back where there would be plenty of room to sit next to his Realtor. Plenty of room to stretch out on the long, black leather seat. Plenty of room to do any one of the myriad sexy things popping into his fevered brain.
She motioned with the fluted glass in her long-fingered hand. “There’s a carafe of mimosas in the bar. Pour yourself a drink. I thought we’d go over our itinerary for today, along the way to our first showing.” She was quiet while he poured his drink, then patted the seat next to her. “Come here, Junior. It will be easier for you to see the pictures.”
“No, thanks, I want to be surprised.” He gave a tight smile and leaned back, his arm along the back of the plush seat in an effort to look relaxed.
Her eyes widened along with her smile. “Fine with me. It gives me more room to stretch out.” She kicked off one high-heeled shoe and turned, propping her bare foot on the seat, her skirt riding up her slender leg.
Connor held his glass in a death grip. He knew he should avert his eyes, but they seemed to have a will of their own. And they insisted on feasting on the erotic sight before them.
Andrea gave a knowing smile and leaned back a little more, the action causing the smooth lips between her legs to part ever so slightly, beckoning him.
Connor gulped back the rest of his drink and sloshed some on his hand in his haste to pour another.
His gaze darted back to the luscious skin beneath Andrea’s skirt. Swallowing, he grabbed a piece of ice from the bin in the bar and ran it along his forehead.
Good Lord, he was a dead man.
“It’s okay,” she said in a soft voice.
His gaze flew to hers.
She pointed downward, then stroked the spot he’d been desperately trying to ignore.
“It’s okay to look.” She canted her hips for his viewing pleasure. “Or touch.” She dipped her index finger into her mimosa, then dragged it along the plump lips begging for his attention. “Or even taste,” she finished on a whisper.
Tempting. To say her offer tempted him was a gross understatement.
The question was, did he have the strength or willpower to resist what she was offering? Did he even want to resist?
“I know you’re interested.” He followed her gaze to the pup tent in the front of his shorts. “I know you enjoyed what happened yesterday just as much as I did.” She spread her legs as much as her skirt would allow, unapologetically stroking her moist core. “C’mon, let’s play a little before we get down to business.”
His Realtor disappeared. In her place sat a siren, offering him solace. Offering him sex. Her musky scent filled his nostrils, intoxicating him more than his recently ingested drink.
His mouth watered.
He slid from the seat to his knees on the carpeted floor, then slowly made his way to the back of the limo.
Andrea swallowed, holding still when all she wanted to do was squirm to ease the ache between her legs. An ache, miraculously, only Connor O’Brian seemed able to appease. Finally—finally!—he was close. Close enough for her to feel his hot breath on her engorged labia.
It made her impossibly wetter.
She wanted to tell him to take her, suck her, do whatever he wanted to do to her as long as he did something besides look at her.
But a part of her resisted, wanted to prolong the sexual stimulus of being so close to getting satisfaction. Just the thought of what might happen had her poised on the brink of an orgasm.
Beneath her silk tank, her breasts ached for his touch, her nipples drawn into hard, stiff peaks of anticipation. She wanted to flick open her jacket to show him she was braless. To show him how her body reacted to his nearness.
But she didn’t want to appear too eager, too needy. Power was the name of every game, and sex was the ultimate power game.
It was imperative she remain the one in control.
She dipped a shaking finger into her mimosa and again painted her swollen labia. “Taste me,” she demanded, even though her voice cracked a little.
His green eyes met hers a moment before dropping to look beneath her skirt.
The air in the back of the limo seemed stifling. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears. A quick glance confirmed they were still hidden by the privacy screen. As discreetly as possible, she slowly reached until she could flip the lock, preventing Cody from interrupting them.
She bit back a groan at the feel of Connor’s hot hands easing up her legs, pushing her skirt higher and higher until it bunched around her waist.
He skimmed his hands up and down her inner thighs once, twice, three times.
She clamped her mouth shut to prevent herself from demanding he give her
