Contingency Plan (Blackbridge Security 3)

He rolls his hips, starting out dancing once again, and it hits me in just the right spot making me realize I’m completely full of shit. If we end up alone, I’m going to do something I’ve never done. My body hums with anticipation.

“If we go to a hotel room, I’m going to end up fucking you.”

It’s like he can read my mind, and how do I even respond to that? I grin up at him.

“Okay.”Chapter 23Flynn

It’s not often that I put myself in a situation that my gut tells me is a mistake and I do it anyway.

Giving into temptation and thinking about physical needs, demands from my body, was something I got control over shortly after high school. I’m sure people have a million words to describe me and impulsive isn’t one of them.

Yet I’m in the elevator with Remington, in the same hotel we came to right before the flu knocked me on my ass, and I know where this is heading.

Technically, it can’t be considered impulsive considering we had to leave the club, get in the car, ride over here, and book a room. With those several steps, there’s no way to call it an impulse. We’re actively making a decision, actively choosing to walk into that hotel room, knowing what’s going to happen.

She’s kept the secret about her virginity.

I haven’t opened my mouth to tell her I have an early morning flight back to St. Louis in the morning.

“Remi.” I grab her arm, keeping her in the elevator when the doors open up on the same floor we were on the last time we were here.

“Hmm?” Her eyes flutter, looking up at me, and it’s impossible to look away.

I need to open my mouth and tell her everything, including this is a bad idea. Did she see the disappointment in Ignacio’s face when I told him we were heading out? I don’t know how she missed it. He knows what’s going to happen between the two of us. He’s also aware I’ve been fired from working for the Blairs and leaving in the morning.

He doesn’t know she’s a virgin. If he knew that, he probably would’ve clocked me in the jaw and told her what an asshole I am for even considering taking her inside that room.

“What’s wrong?” Her soft, warm hand cups my jaw and I’m overcome with emotion.

This woman is gorgeous, there’s no arguing that fact.

What I didn’t anticipate after meeting her that first time is that she’s compassionate, caring, and more fun to be around than any woman I’ve met before her. Sitting and just chatting with her makes time fly and hours disappear. Her smile lights something inside of me. The way her hair moves over her shoulders makes me want to sweep the silky strands through my fingers. Hell, even the way her eyes sparkle when a waiter sets a plate of food in front of her brings a smile to my damn face.

When did this happen? When did she become more than just a fantasy, more than a gorgeous woman who I wanted to get naked?

It’s going to make things so much messier in the long run. It’s going to hurt to walk away from her, but at the end of the day, her life is here in New York in her castle and mine is back in Missouri.

“We can just cuddle,” she assures me as she steps closer.

I huff a laugh. We both know better.

“You holding me last night was the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she confesses, her cheeks turning the sexiest shade of pink.

The woman is starved for attention, and the barbarian in me wants to lavish her with it. Spend hours making her realize she’s the only one I see, the most important person.

Fuck, tonight is going to be hard, the morning even harder, but as I press the button to open the elevator, I’m still not sure who it’s going to be hardest on, her or me.

The pause on the elevator was another link breaking the impulsivity excuse, as is standing to the side while she opens the door to the suite. The familiar rooms don’t help. There’s no urge to explore and look around like one would have when first walking into such luxury. I know what all the rooms look like. I paced through them for hours while Remington was sleeping her fever away and I was battling myself with crawling back into bed with her.

“You seem out of sorts,” she says as she places her tiny purse on a side table before walking toward me. Her hands go to my chest, fingers spreading over the muscles there.

I know what I’m going to do. I knew it when I reopened the elevator, and I know it’s going to be amazing. There’s no way it can’t be, but I’ve crossed a line.