Lawful Lover (Eternal Bachelors Club #2) Read Free Page A

to an archway. “Is the kitchen through there?”
    “Yes,” he replied and led her into it.
    “Oh my god, that’s like a full professional kitchen,” she said, her mouth gaping open as she touched the pristine counters and the six-burner stove.
    “You like it?”
    Pride swelled in his chest as he noticed her eyes drinking in her surroundings.
    “If there’s anything you don’t like, we can change it. I want you to feel at home here.”
    She turned to him, putting a finger on his lips. “It’s perfect. I couldn’t imagine a better kitchen. You must give a lot of dinner parties here.”
    He chuckled. “Actually, no. I’m not much of a cook. I normally go out.”
    “Oh, what a waste!”
    “How about you? Do you cook? I guess I’ve never asked.”
    She winked at him. “I know how to roll out a mean pizza dough.”
    Instantly reminded of the evening they’d spent at Tante Marie’s cooking school in San Francisco, he pulled her to him. “Oh, yes, I remember. And I also remember that I was going to lay you flat over that kitchen counter to flatten the dough with you.”
    Her eyes sparkled. “Which of course you couldn’t do since we weren’t alone.”
    He growled. When Sabrina teased him like that, he couldn’t help turning all primal and possessive. “Yes, but luckily we got some privacy later.”
    Just thinking about how he’d bent her over a railing surrounding a small tucked-away view area and taken her from behind, made blood shoot to his groin.
    Sabrina licked her lips, one hand sliding down his torso. “I remember. You were very impatient and couldn’t wait to get inside me.”
    Daniel felt his breathing accelerate. “Yes, and if you continue talking in that husky, seductive voice of yours, then you’re going to find yourself bent over the kitchen island in a few moments, and me ripping your panties off and repeating the incident.”
    “Hmmm,” she hummed and slid her hand lower. Her warm palm moved over his erection. “Maybe you should do exactly that. You know, teach me that I can’t provoke you like that without expecting consequences.”
    She squeezed his hard-on, and he groaned in response.
    “And the tour of the apartment?” he asked.
    “Later.” Her one-word answer was a seductive whisper, and he had no defenses against it.
    “Then lose those panties,” he ordered and watched her step out of them, dropping them onto the counter.
    At the same time, he opened the button of his pants, then slowly lowered the zipper, feeling his erection push outward. He hadn’t exactly planned on christening the kitchen with Sabrina, but he’d never said no to her yet, and he wasn’t going to start now. He counted himself a lucky guy that Sabrina wanted him, and there was no way he’d ever turn her down.
    He was about to pull his pants and boxer briefs down to free his cock, when his cell phone rang.
    “Christ!” he cursed and shoved his hand into his jacket pocket.
    He pulled the phone out, casting Sabrina an apologetic look as he recognized the number. “Sorry, baby, just a sec.”
    Then he answered the call. “Frances?”
    “Mr. Sinclair. Welcome back,” his executive assistant greeted him. She was the most efficient and effective assistant he’d ever had, despite the fact that she’d only been with him for a year.
    “Thank you, Frances, I just walked into the apartment.”
    “I wish I didn’t have to disturb you, but the Holston real estate deal needs your signature. I left you an urgent message on your cell. Didn’t you get it?”
    “Oh,” Daniel replied, pulling the phone from his ear and glancing at the display. He had several voicemails waiting. “I’m sure I did, but I haven’t listened to my messages yet. I’ll sign it tomorrow.”
    “Uh, Mr. Sinclair, I’m afraid that won’t be possible. Recording is tomorrow. You need to sign today,” she said apologetically.
    He sighed. “Fine, scan the documents in and I’ll sign them here and send them back.” It would