The Kincaids: New Money. Jennifer Lewis

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ kissed, then dressed and went to enjoy more music and dancing, then undressed and made love again. This time they fell asleep together, with seductive music still throbbing away in the living room. Brooke slept deeply, totally relaxed and at ease in RJ’s arms.

      In the morning she awoke with an odd mix of anticipation and anxiety. They had two whole days to spend together with no interruptions.

      Then again, what if they had nothing to talk about? What if he grew bored with her?

      “Morning, gorgeous.” RJ pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.

      “Hi.” A wave of pleasure lapped over her at the touch of his lips and her doubts scattered. “Did you sleep okay?”

      “Never slept better in my life. You’re the best medicine in the world.”

      She smiled. “I’m glad. Last night was fun.”

      He kissed her cheek. “More than fun. You’re full of surprises, Brooke.”

      “I am?”

      “I had no idea you had such a sensual side.”

      “I try to keep it under wraps when I’m at the office.” She winked. “Might not be appropriate.”

      “There’s a whole different Brooke that I never knew about.”

      “Actually I think the Brooke you know is about ninety percent of the real Brooke.” She didn’t want him to start thinking she was really a temptress super-spy or something, and then be disappointed. “There are just a few facets of me best not viewed under fluorescent lighting.”

      RJ glanced down at her body and lifted the covers to reveal a peaked pink nipple. “I think you’d look amazing under any lighting.”

      The way he stared at her made her feel beautiful. She worked hard to keep her body in reasonably good shape, but she’d never felt ultra gorgeous—until RJ’s appreciative blue gaze touched her skin.

      She trailed a finger over his muscled chest. “I’m not sure what I expected under all that crisp suiting, but let’s just say I can tell you work out.”

      “I play a lot of tennis and squash. They’re a full-body workout.”

      “I used to play tennis in high school.” She said it shyly. She’d been their team’s star player, but never pursued it in college since she didn’t want to take too much time away from her studies and she needed to work almost full-time.

      “No kidding? We’ll have to hit some balls together. We can go to the club when we get back.”

      The club? The ultra-exclusive country club that cost over fifty thousand dollars a year just for the privilege of membership? She swallowed. “I haven’t played in years. I probably wouldn’t even be able to hit the ball over the net.”

      “We’ll have to find out, won’t we? Tennis is like riding a bicycle, at least I think so. After ten minutes or so you’ll feel like you never put down your racquet.”

      “Maybe, if you promise to take it easy on me.” She slid her finger down over his hard belly, which contracted under her touch.

      “I don’t know. That’s not really the Kincaid way.”

      “You’re more into crushing your opponents then dancing over their shattered remains?” That was their business reputation to a certain extent. RJ looked surprised. Had she stepped over an unspoken boundary by talking about the family? “I don’t mean that literally, of course. Just that I—”

      RJ laughed. “Don’t back down now. That’s exactly what I meant. We’re not able to lose gracefully. It’s not in our DNA. If we were, maybe we’d be able to fit in better with crusty old Charleston society, where you need to suck up to someone whose great-great-granny came over on the Mayflower just so you’ll get invited to their garden parties. We’re constitutionally unable to do that.”

      “But the Kincaids are part of Charleston society.”

      He laughed again. “As if there was only one Charleston society. Believe me, there are plenty of people in this town who look down on the Kincaids as nouveau riche upstarts who won’t be around for long.” He looked thoughtful. “It’s never bothered me before, but with everything that’s going on lately I’m more determined than ever to prove them wrong.”

      “The Kincaid Group will weather this storm. So far it doesn’t seem so much worse than the time we lost the Martin account.”

      “The Martins went out of business. This time people are leaving just because they can, and they’re going to the competition.”

      “So, you’ll have to show them what they’re missing. And now’s a good time to build up the company’s real-estate portfolio.”

      “It is. We’ve been moving assets in that direction. When the real estate market comes back we’ll be sitting on a gold mine, especially along the Charleston waterfront. Hey, why are we lying here naked talking business?”

      “Because we’re that kind of people.” She smiled at him.

      He lifted a dark brow. “We’re a lot alike.”

      Brooke shrugged. She wasn’t sure how alike they really were. Not being accepted into the highest echelons of Charleston society had never been one of her most pressing problems. And a relationship with her would hardly boost his social standing, which apparently was a big concern for him.

      “We are alike.” He obviously sensed her doubts. “We’re both teetering on the brink of being workaholics, we like good restaurants, we play a mean game of tennis and we’re both lying in this bed.”

      Brooke chuckled. “When you put it like that … But you’re making a lot of assumptions about my game of tennis.”

      “I know you well enough to know you wouldn’t have mentioned it unless you were practically on the tour.”

      “I’ll have to be careful what I tell you. You have dangerously high expectations.”

      “Only because you never disappoint.” He said it plainly, no hint of teasing.

      “Never? Surely I’ve made a few typos along the way.”

      “I sincerely doubt it, but I’m talking about you as a person, not an office appliance. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how brilliant you are.”

      Brooke beamed inside. “I enjoy a challenge.”

      “And I enjoy you.” He nibbled her earlobe gently, sending a rush of sensation through her. Suddenly they were kissing again, then twisted up in the duvet making mad, early morning love.

      Love? No. Not that. Having crazy, wild, before-breakfast sex. She’d never had so much sex in a twenty-four-hour period, and they were barely twelve hours in. Energetic and passionate, RJ soon brought her to new heights of arousal and excitement. They climaxed together, with a lot of noise, followed by laughter as they tried to disentangle themselves from the duvet.

      “I’d suggest we shower together,” СКАЧАТЬ