Crossing Borders (Blackbridge Security 10) - Page 35

Archer responds the exact same way I did when he kissed me inside the Hot Wheels room. His eyes widen, and he freezes.

I’m fixing to pull back and apologize for fucking up, but then he steps in closer, his eyes fluttering closed against his cheeks.

I forget to pretend. I forget he’s a client. Hell, I forget the woman in the elevator with us when I wrap my arms fully around him and sweep my tongue inside of his mouth.

I’m a great fucking kisser. I’ve kissed a lot of women. Kissing turns me on. I won’t deny any of those things.

Kissing Archer Bremen?

I feel like I’ve been missing out on something vital to life.

He makes this tiny noise when I angle my head a little so I can take his mouth deeper. His hands tremble, fingers tangled in my shirt. He thickens against me, and I do the very same.

I nip at his lip and dive in for more because it’s just not enough.

Two things come to me at once—the sound of the elevator dinging and the snap of a cell phone camera.

By the time I pull my mouth away, the woman that was inside the elevator with us is darting through the lobby and out the front door.

“Aren’t you going to chase her?” Archer asks, his words a little slow and just as effected as my own response.

“A guy chasing a woman down the street with an erection is not the kind of publicity I want,” I tell him. “Come on.”

I stop him as he tries to exit the elevator.

“We missed our floor.”

We head back up a couple of floors, and by the time we step off the elevator, Archer looks less than impressed.

“I’m not in the mood for exercise,” he complains as I guide him through to the locker room.

“Just get naked, Bremen,” I tell him, unbuttoning my shirt. “Wrap a towel around your waist so we can get in the sauna.”

His eyes lock on me the second my fingers start working open my belt. I chuckle and turn around, still not hiding my body as I strip naked and do exactly what I just instructed him to do.

I feel his eyes on my back just as much as I still feel his lips on mine from the kiss.

Chapter 16

Archer

If his intention is to get my mind off what I read online, then it’s a gold star for Brooks because my mind is absolutely blank as I watch him get naked.

He’s not seductive in his actions. He undresses with efficiency. I know when he bends down and grabs his shoes from the floor to put them in a locker that he’s not purposely trying to make my mouth water. He’s not deliberately putting his nuts on display, so my mind turns to mush.

That’s the result, however.

His towel is around his waist when he turns back around, and even though I didn’t see the completely naked front of the man, I don’t feel like I’ve missed anything.

“You’re still dressed,” he says as he tucks the edge of the towel several inches below his belly button.

“You’re still hard,” I whisper, my eyes locked on the bulge behind the fluffy towel.

I nearly went off in my jeans when I felt it in the elevator.

I can honestly say that kissing Brooks Morgan was so fucking worth the wait.

But instead of moving toward him, picking up where we left off in the elevator, I’m kind of locked in place.

We had a witness then. Was it just more of a show? Was his plan to have her do exactly what she did, hoping she’d sell her images to the tabloid to put to rest the last article questioning the rockiness of our relationship?

“Hey,” he says, stepping close and pressing his finger under my chin.

I’m confused why he would do that when I’m looking right at him, but then I realize it’s because my damn mouth is hanging open.

I snap it closed.

“Get undressed and meet me in the sauna.”

Has his voice always been that seductive? Is there a hint of a promise coming from those gold-star lips?

“I’ll give you some privacy.”

“Thank you,” I manage, wondering why things are different right now.

I pulled my dick out the day we met. He probably saw my cock before he looked at my face. I jacked off in front of the man, and now, suddenly, I’m shy?

It makes no fucking sense. I don’t pull my t-shirt over my head until I hear the sauna door open and close behind me, then I scramble to do just as he said because I don’t want to miss a second of Brooks only in a towel.

I didn’t mention to Brooks the other things I found online. That article questioning the sincerity of our relationship is only the tip of the iceberg. I came across several online forums that have been tracking us. There are tons of people who are questioning whether I’m even into guys in the first place. Some believe I’m only doing it to get attention. People online can’t seem to make up their minds, but the real rub is, it’s none of their damn business whether I’m gay, bi, or straight.

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