Page 41 of Nothing to Win

“In your home or with you?”

It was just as possible he was referring to the parties they were apparently going to throw in his apartment.Gia had to know where the restrooms were, where guests could find food or flatware.It would be embarrassing if she didn’t know her way around the home of her long-term boyfriend.

“Both,” he said.“Mastering physical intimacy doesn’t seem to be difficult for us.”

She’d used that phrase the previous night.Recalling that moment brought back the intimacy of it.

“Maybe it comes a little too easily,” she murmured.

Downstairs with her brother she’d been suspicious and defensive.Her attraction to Brogan was blurring her sense again.

“Did Bram get in your head?”

Pushing away from the door, she went to Brogan and got up close.He didn’t flinch.Without asking permission, she drew the zipper of his hoodie downward, watching its progress until it loosened.Parting each edge, she exposed his torso.

Swaying forward, she pressed her mouth against him.“What’s Gault?”she murmured, brushing her lips back and forth on his hard flesh.

He didn’t respond until she lifted her gaze to his.“Quid, sweetheart.”

Staying close, she welcomed his fingers untying the belt of her robe.Once it was free, he used the slightest of touches to push the delicate fabric from her shoulders.

Naked, she kissed his torso and drew her fingertips up and down his obliques.“What’s Gault?”

“Not what, who,” he said, continuing his caress on her arms.“Everett Gault owns a global network of distribution centers.He has property on almost every continent, warehouses, loyal staff, and local relationships.Each location has the potential to be outfitted in a number of ways.He’s built his corporation over three generations, to say it’s impressive would be an understatement.”

“What has that got to do with you and my father?”

His eyes trailed down her body though his view was probably obstructed by how close they stood.“Where’s my quid, baby?”

Flattening her hand, she slipped it beneath the waistband of his sweatpants.Moving it slowly, she gave him the chance to pull away, but he didn’t.He didn’t even blink when she caught her lower lip in her teeth in time with her fingers curling around his hardening shaft.

No underwear.No restriction to her hand tightening as it slid up and down, pleasuring him in a way that empowered her.God, it felt good, and had the added bonus of alleviating her anxieties about their attraction.Obviously he felt it too, he felt something.

Squeezing him hard, she worked her hand slowly, teasing him with this expression of his desire in the palm of her hand, or, more accurately, the constriction of her fist.Sure, she wanted information, and he could refuse to give it to her.Except if he did, he wouldn’t get his happy ending.

“You’re using sex to manipulate me,” he said.

Tipping her chin higher, she grinned, but it was playful.“Reject me,” she purred.“If you don’t want my hands on you, tell me to stop.Push me away.”

Her hand kept on going and his eyes grew heavier by the second.

Giving in, he sealed his lips and inhaled through his nose before speaking.“Gault is selling his chain, selling everything.He had a health scare that changed his attitude to life.Now he wants to enjoy his retirement, except he has no second.”

His fingers curled around her breast.As he squeezed, his cock pulsed in her hand.Groaning, he lost his other hand in her hair.

She kissed his chest again.“You and Daddy both want his company.”

“Yes,” he grunted.

Tracing her lips on his delicious body, she tried to put the pieces together.“What does this have to do with me?I don’t know Gault.”

“Quid, Irish,” he panted.

The strained need in his voice elevated her chin.His head went back, the urgency in his grip on her breast demanded more.Ah, he neared the edge.

Gia wasn’t cruel.She couldn’t take him this close to the precipice and then not let him fly.Tormenting a man like Brogan with just her hand was incredible.He could have pushed her away, refused to answer her questions, and left her in the dark.Instead he chose honesty and that was something she valued more than he could know.

Dropping to her knees, she peeled down his pants to wrap her mouth around him.Expected or not, he grabbed for her hair, groaning as she roused him with her mouth, with her hands.Sucking and rubbing, she didn’t neglect licking and kissing each impressive inch of him.