She wrapped her arms around his neck, licking inside his mouth, teasing his tongue into a sexy dance. She tasted like coffee and sweetness, and her hips swayed restlessly over his cock.

“Fuck, Princess. Fuck.” He backed her against the wall, hangers rattling, and he cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her. With legs wrapped around him, she pumped her hips, moaning. He squeezed her round, firm cheeks, and she gasped, grinding against his cock. “So hot.”

“Everything okay in there?” the saleswoman called. “Can I get you a different size or color?”

Eyes lazy with lust, Rosie let her head fall back against the wall. “Everything’s great. Really, really good.” But then, with a look of resignation, she sighed, and dropped her feet to the floor. “Actually, can I give you the things I’m going to buy, so we can start ringing everything up? My ride needs to get home.”

“Sure, just hand me what you want.”

With that black bikini top dangling, and her tits jiggling, Rosie squirmed out of his hold and pulled on a blouse. She gathered as many hangers full of clothes as she could carry and handed it all off to the saleswoman. “I’m getting a swimsuit, too, so let me just change, and I’ll be right out.”

“Great. See you in a minute.”

The curtain fell shut, and Rosie turned to him. “Okay. That is the last kiss you’re going to get.” Her lips were wet from his mouth, swollen from his kisses.

He didn’t answer her. Couldn’t. He was too shaken.

“I’m serious, Brodie. God, I lose my head around you, but there’s nothing more important to me than our business. My family’s not going to support any of my ideas, which means our company is the only shot I get for a long time. I can’t risk it.”

“No matter what happens between us personally, I’d never take away your half of the business. You’re the one who discovered the flower, made the essential oil…you even came up with the idea for the store.”

“I know, but things could get derailed.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re juggling several different projects. If you lose interest in this one, then I’m out of luck. So, I’m not going to mess it up.”

“By hooking up with me?”

“By falling for a guy who gets started with projects and doesn’t follow through.”

Chapter Twelve

In full princess regalia—her beaded evening gown and royal jewels—Rosalina panned the audience at the Jubilee. She hadn’t looked at her notes once. She didn’t need to.