Taylor Davis is turning 40. Her high powered job leaves little room for romance outside of her high powered vibrator that sleeps under her pillow. No pillow talk allowed. And no complaints from her. The rabbit never quits before she's done, doesn't complicate her calendar, and Taylor doesn't have to concoct excuses to make it go home after orgasms.
Enter Colt Foster. Has the bitch of the Beau Monde Hotel and Casino met her match? The hot, young detective has his own rules...and expects Taylor to play by them. Can she say no when Colt slaps on the cuffs? Does she want to...will he let her?
Taylor watched the digital numbers continue to click higher as the elevator ascended rather than stare at the virility of the man sharing her space. The easy flirtation from the gym fizzled out. This was her best friend's nephew, which made him so far from doable. Damn it.
"Taylor, is there problem?" His lips tilted into a lopsided smile. "Your emotions show on your face."
She rolled her eyes. "I don't have emotions."
He stepped closer, and his breath tickled her flesh. "Do you intend to back out of your invitation to dinner?"
"No, but I don't intend to stay for drinks." Her eyes raked his beautiful body. She had to admit, she was attracted to him. Flutters swarmed her tummy and her pussy clenched. Just a drink. She wanted a long slow sip of Colt. She swallowed the disappointment.
Alcohol had played a part in most of the regrets she had in life. All she had to remember was Steve Mahoney. If she had a drink with Colt, she might as well fuck him right now. That thought spiked her heart rate.
"I'd like to change your mind."
"Your aunt is my best friend."
His deep, seductive chuckled tightened her nipples. "I don't need permission, Taylor. I'm a big boy."
Her eyes dropped to his groin. Of that, she had no doubt. The hardened length of his erection tented his shorts. "Are you always this aggressive with women?"
She felt flushed. A man who wasn't afraid of a challenge. The bell chimed and the doors opened. "This is your floor."
He closed the space between them. "Thank you again, for the suite."
Oh damn, his lips moved closer. He was going to kiss her. Adrenaline flooded her veins. Her heart pounded. Lips parted, and she sucked in quick shallow breaths. So close.
"See you at seven o'clock." His lips, soft yet firm, brushed her cheek. The doors closed, and the elevator continued to her floor. Taylor sagged against the wall.