“Okay, fellas, Liv’s time is up with us, so make your last purchases,” he announced.
The guys at the party bought more merchandise, pushing her totals even higher. She was running someone’s credit card through her iPhone swipe when she felt Porter wander closer to the table. He picked up some cherry-flavored warming lube and smelled the bottle.
She finished up her last sale, and then hurriedly began packing her things, her mind running a mile a minute: Do I tell Porter not to tell my dad? Would that just make it worse?
Porter hung around, slowly sipping a beer, watching her as she packed her things. She certainly wasn’t going to press him for a sale. She could imagine the conversation now. Hey, Mr. Tanaka, guess what I did this weekend? I bought a leopard-print gold glass dildo from your daughter!
Liv’s mind whirled with all the excuses she could make. To Porter. To her dad. To everyone.
Porter picked up a box of edible cherry thongs she was about to put in her bag. “How much?” he asked in his deep, gravelly voice, the voice she imagined made other lawyers in the conference room instantly pee their pants and want to settle. She glanced at his deep brown eyes, and then anxiously down at the edible underwear. “Uh...those? Uh...”
She suddenly had an image of Porter with a gorgeous blonde somewhere, nibbling off a red thong. The image made her abruptly lose her train of thought, as she stumbled about trying to remember how much they cost. She’d never had trouble remembering inventory before. “Uh...I think twenty-five. No, wait. Twenty-nine.”
Porter let his lips curl up in a lazy smile. “I mean for a party.”
“Are you getting married, too?” Liv blinked fast. Now she had an image of him with a gorgeous lingerie model type on their honeymoon, of him nibbling on a frilly white lace garter. Unexpectedly, she felt a surge of jealousy.
“Me?” Porter raised his eyebrows in surprise. “No. I’m single.”
“Oh.” Liv sounded a little too relieved. Mentally, she kicked herself. Porter’s smile grew bigger. “I mean, uh, well...how many guests?”
“Just one.”
Liv swallowed hard as she reached for the cherry thongs and zipped her bag. “One?” she squeaked. The look on Porter’s face told her this was no joke, either. He was dead serious.
“Right.” He nodded, eyes set on hers. “How much for a party just for me?”
Liv stared into Porter’s brown eyes, craning her neck to meet them, not failing to notice his broad, muscled shoulders nearly bursting the seams of his cotton T-shirt.
“You want a private party?” Liv’s mouth went dry. She didn’t do private parties. She’d never even seriously considered doing one—until this moment. Why wasn’t she saying no? Where was her knee-jerk, hell no, perv, response? Because Porter was no creep, that’s why. Because showing Porter her wares, all of them, might be exactly what she wanted to do next Friday night.
Then she had a flash of trying to explain to her dad how she decided to date his junior partner, and how she introduced him to the rabbit on their first date. “Isn’t that a conflict of interest? Would that go over well at Peterson and Tanaka?”
Porter took a casual swig of his beer and half shrugged his shoulder. “I’m not afraid of your father. Are you?”
Liv shifted uncomfortably in her stilettos. Laughter bellowed from the kitchen, where the other partygoers had gathered for a round of shots. “You’re not going to tell him...uh...about...” Her eyes darted to her black duffel bag.
“I take it he doesn’t know?”
Liv blushed crimson. “No. He doesn’t. And I’d rather...keep it that way.”
Paul strode out of the kitchen then, holding a folded check and her dark gray raincoat, which he handed to Liv. “Thanks for doing this,” he said. “And I called the doorman for a cab. He said five minutes.”
“Thanks, Paul,” she said as she shrugged into her belted coat. She cinched it tightly. Paul handed her a folded $100 bill—her tip. “Wow, Paul, thank you.” Porter watched her as she took the bill and added it to the rest.
“You’re more than welcome, Liv. Need help with your bag?”
“I got it, Paul. I’ll walk Olivia down.” Porter grabbed the bag before Liv could answer. She could roll it just fine on her own, but she had to admit she didn’t mind watching Porter’s muscles work. He lifted it as if it weighed nothing and strode confidently to the front door. Porter swung it wide.
“Olivia...after you.”
She felt his eyes on her body as she walked through the door, and the sensation sent a warm tingle down her spine.
As they waited for the elevator, Porter leaned closer.
“You know, I could get into that cab with you right now,” Porter said, his voice a low rumble. “We could have that party tonight.”
“Could we?” Liv’s voice came out throaty and low as she sucked in a breath. Porter took a step closer. It was right then that she realized it had been far too long since she’d been this close to a man.
“I promise it’d be fun.”
“I bet it would be.” Liv’s lips parted as she felt herself moving toward him. She reached up and touched his chest, feeling a wall of muscle. She traced down until she felt the hard point of his nipple.
Before she knew it, she was up on her tiptoes, kissing him.
It wasn’t what she’d planned at all, but there she was, nibbling on his lower lip. He growled and moved in, pressing his body into hers. For a second she forgot about her family and what they might think; all she could focus on was how perfectly they fit together. She groped at the back of Porter’s strong neck, wrapping her fingers into his dark brown hair. His tongue parted her lips, lightly at first, and then when she met his, frantic energy took over. He tasted so good, all she wanted was to devour him whole. He leaned against her, insistent, and she felt him come to life. She was struck by a sudden, delicious thought: he had nothing to fear from being compared to the rabbit. Nothing at all, by the feel of things.
She should be worried about Paul coming out in the hall and finding them, or about anyone else for that matter, but she didn’t care. The kiss was too good.
The elevator dinged and Liv sprang away from Porter, who was breathing heavily, his eyes looking glazed. She moved past him into the elevator, sensing him staring at her legs as she went. Porter followed her in, plunking her bag down on the floor.
“You’re not getting off that easily,” he murmured, pulling her close.
“We’re getting off, are we?” Liv raised an eyebrow. Porter tugged her close, trailing kisses down her neck, to her coat and beyond. Then, nearly on his knees, he slipped his hands through the folds of her coat.
Liv watched as the numbers counted down from the penthouse at fifty-five.
“Oh, God,” Liv moaned, her back pressed against the wall of the elevator as Porter put his hand on her calf and worked it slowly up her inner thigh. He followed his hand with his mouth, leading a trail of dizzying warmth up her leg. She shuddered as his lips touched the softest part of her leg. He breathed in and whispered, “You smell so good. I just want to...”
Liv felt his warm breath on her skin as he explored upward with his hands, his fingers almost to her lace thong, which was drenched and warm. She forgot she was on an elevator and that Porter was the last man she ought to be making out with. She didn’t care