“I can’t.”
“You can, and you will. Why would you deny your body what it so desperately needs from me?”
Oh God, he’s so right. My body does need his body . . . hard. So fucking hard.
Our kiss turns desperate, and my hands go to his hair. I know this is crazy, but I want him . . . all of him, and not just his body.
For a long time, we kiss like we’re the only two people left on earth. Hidden up against the wall, his body grinding on mine. Two bodies chasing their own pleasure in the darkness.
“I need you,” he murmurs against my lips.
I pant as his open mouth drops to my neck. God . . . the way he touches me is just so . . . “Jameson.”
“Now.” He pins me to the wall, and I feel his cock pulse.
Jesus, he’s close. He does need me.
“My place,” he pants against my lips.
“My place,” I fire back.
“No, my place,” he demands.
I pull back to look at his face. “It’s my place or nothing. Take it or leave it.”
He clenches his jaw; it’s obvious he hates losing a fight . . . any fight. “Fine.” He grabs my hand. “This way.”
“No.” I pull my hand out of his grip. “I don’t want anyone to see us.”
He frowns in question.
“You’re my boss,” I remind him. “I’m here with work friends.”
He rolls his eyes. “Fine. Go and say goodbye, and I’ll wait for you downstairs. You have two minutes before I come up and drag you out.” He gives me a long, lingering kiss, and I turn, and he swats me on the behind.
Adrenaline courses through my veins as I walk over to my friends.
He’s here. I’m going with him. It’s on.
Excitement fills me, and I try to act casual.
“Hey, where’s the god?” Renee asks.
“Oh.” I frown. “He was a dick,” I lie.
Ava rolls her eyes. “Typical. Men who look that good can’t be blessed with brains too.”
I smirk. I know someone who was blessed with both, but I’ll just keep that under my hat. I look over and see Jameson walking toward the elevator, and he gives me the hurry-up look. I smile; the pull to him is strong.
“Guys, I’m going to go.”
“What?” Their faces fall. “Why? The night is young.”
“I know. I’ve had such a great time, but my feet are killing me. These stupid new shoes are hell on earth. Next weekend I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’ll just jump in a cab downstairs.”
“Okay.” They roll their eyes and kiss me on the cheek.
“Text me when you get home,” Ava says.