Exposed by Fate (Serve #2)(5)

“Teach me.”

Oliver had just taken a sip of his fresh drink. He choked on it now. “What the…what?”

She raised her chin. “If you think I’m not ready, show me, then I will be. You know, teach a man to fish…”

“Bible parables have no place in this discussion.”

“Fair enough.” She leaned in and took a sip of his drink, gaining courage by the way his eyes darkened when she licked the remaining moisture from her upper lip. “Come on, playboy. We’re both adults. I need the experience, and you have enough to fill an encyclopedia.” She thought he flinched, but decided it must have been her imagination. “You don’t have to worry about me getting attached, because, well, I know you. And I get the knowledge I need to seduce Porter. It’s totally normal.”

“Eliza, you’re smoking crack.”

She smirked to let him know she’d been joking. Sort of. “The only crack I see is the one in your resolve. You’ve never turned down casual sex. Are you really going to start now?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “You’re not my type.”

“My turn to say ouch.”

“You misunderstand. Not being my type is a good thing. You’re a good thing.”

“Too good for you?”

Oliver slowly nodded.

Wow, he really was turning her down. She felt a wave of disappointment, along with another blow to her pride, but convinced herself his disinterest was for the best. What had possessed her? When he’d called her “too good,” he’d meant too green. Not sophisticated or experienced enough for his tastes. She couldn’t come up with another explanation for his reasoning. Maybe he was right…maybe she wasn’t cut out for this. Forcing herself to smile, Eliza stepped back, intending to retrieve her purse from the high, round table she’d been sitting at with Porter. “Never mind. I don’t know why I—”

“Wait.”





Chapter Three


Don’t do it, man.

Oh, but I really f*cking want to.

Deciding to listen to the second voice, just for the moment, Oliver backed Eliza up enough that her sleek backside was wedged against the high stool beside the table. He bit back a groan when his heavy erection encountered her trim belly, her breasts pressing into his chest to swell over the top of her neckline. This shouldn’t be happening. He shouldn’t finally be crazy-as-hell to get inside a girl only to have it be his sister’s best friend. If they were one floor higher, he’d already be slipping her panties down her legs with one hand, unzipping his jeans with the other.

His commitment free lifestyle worked so well because he never got too personal with a woman. Sleeping with Eliza would get personal, whether she believed it would or not. He didn’t get to walk away from her, assuring himself they might never cross paths again. They would. Early and often. Especially if she decided she liked what he taught her and decided to become a regular at Serve.

Oh God, he was actually thinking about this little arrangement as if it might happen.

The very idea of being her instructor, rewarding her and punishing her according to his own rules, made him so hot he wasn’t sure he could turn down the opportunity. Regardless of the consequences. Already his hand flexed where it gripped her hip. He battled the urge not to drag her upstairs and start teaching her now, until Serve closed at four am. He’d have the pleasure of watching her discover what she liked. Then he’d make her f*cking love it. He knew instinctively she’d be perfect. Eager. Exquisite.

If he turned her down, an idea his body was vehemently rejecting, he also knew she’d find another way to learn. With Porter or another faceless man he suddenly wanted to roundhouse in the nuts. Yeah, he definitely disliked that idea. It surprised just how much.

Oliver watched as her attention became fixated on his mouth, her tongue moistening those tempting lips, an action so unintentionally seductive it made him want to curse and shout a prayer to the big guy upstairs at the same time. She wanted to be kissed and damn, did he want to oblige her. Brown eyes met his, questioning, a little confused. Perhaps because he’d said no to her proposition, in so many words, and seconds later he was pinning her against a chair with his rock hard cock.

Try not contradicting yourself, *.

Instead, he found his lips tracing the side of her neck. “Eliza, believe me, I would love to take you home and tear you out of that dress. We both know it’s a bad idea.”

She tilted her head, inviting him without words to lick, which he did. Tastes delicious. “Why do you make it sound so good, then?”

The husky tone of her voice made Oliver groan, his arousal surging higher in his pants. He pushed her backward a little more, forcing her up onto the seat, knowing the position would open her thighs enough to get his hips between them. Sweet-f*cking-Hallelujah, it did. Nothing could stop him from rocking into the notch between her legs. Her gasp sounded like the sweetest kind of music next to his ear, so he did it again, his teeth clenching at the soft heat he encountered.

“What were you saying about a bad idea?”

“I don’t remember.” He nipped at her shoulder. “Refresh my memory.”

“I’d rather keep kissing.”

He growled. “Works for me, babe.”

This time, though, he wanted her mouth. He smoothed a thumb over her bottom lip, betraying his intention with his eyes. She whispered yes as he leaned in—