Mr. President

I laugh. “You realize that was exactly why you came over in the first place.”

She smiles. “Yeah. But meeting my train guy for a quickie is a far cry from living with him.”

“Your train guy?”

Adrienne’s face turns red, and I can’t help brushing my lips over hers. She’s too cute. Her breath hitches. Cute, and totally fucking sexy.

“Don’t you see how complicated it would be? Would we be roommates? Fuck buddies?” She shrugs. “Complicated.

I think I see what she’s getting at. “What if it’s something else entirely?”

She lifts confused eyes to mine. “What do you mean?”

I blow out a breath and go for it. “I mean, I think I might be crazy about you. I think I have been for months. How else can you explain that seeing you on the train is the best part of my day? Adrienne, I should have asked you out a long time ago, but it’s just something I don’t do. Now…”

I shake my head. “You’ve got me going crazy. I need more of this.” I gesture between us. “And this.”

I lower my mouth to hers in what I meant to be a soft kiss, but the minute our lips collide, something seems to snap in both of us.

Her arms come up around my neck, and I pull her tightly against me, needing more of her. We’re desperate, hungry, needy. I can’t get enough.

It’s all I can do not to ravish her right here in front of everyone. Public indecency be damned.

“Adrienne,” I growl, “come home with me.”

She nods, pulling my head back to hers.

The rest of the commute is pure torture, and by the time we resurface on the streets of New York, I feel like I’m going to go out of my mind if I don’t have her.

“Did you rent your apartment?” she asks as we cover the distance to my building.

“Fuck no.” I grin. “Why? You looking for a place?”

“Maybe,” she says, a teasing grin making me crazy. “The jury is still out.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “On what?”

“How well you convince me.”

We stop outside my building, and I smile, letting every dirty thought racing through my head show in my eyes.

Adrienne bites her lip, her eyes twinkling with m

ischief. “You up for it?”

Fuck yeah.

“Always.”

I grab her hand and haul her inside.

202

Adrienne

We barely make it onto the elevator. As soon as the doors slide shut, Reese pushes me against the wall and threads his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back and crushing his mouth to mine.

I knew he was holding back on the train, and now I can’t wait to see what happens next. He kicks my feet apart, pulling my skirt up high so he can wedge himself between my legs. I rock against him, savoring the delicious pressure of being trapped against his hard body.