“Since when?”
“Since yesterday.” I’m totally lying through my teeth here, but whatever. “Think about it. We live in your apartment through the week and work hard. Then on the weekends, we completely switch off. No phones, no internet. Just us.”
“What?” He frowns. “That’s impossible. I need to be online at all times, Emily.”
“No,” I pant as we run. “What you need is to recharge so that you can be the best CEO you can be. A tired, stressed-out version of you won’t be half as switched on.”
We run until we hit the street, and then we look both ways as we wait to cross.
“And besides,” I pant, “this way I get the best of both worlds.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m utterly in love with my Jim, the man I met on the plane.”
He listens.
“And I’m learning to love the stressed-out CEO who takes over his body sometimes.”
Jameson smiles as he runs, finally putting the pieces together.
“This way . . .” I pant. God, why do I insist on talking as I run? “This way I get to spend time with both of my men.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me back to him; his lips take mine as he clutches my face in his hands. His tongue swipes through my lips, and his kiss is electric with just the right amount of suction. We kiss again and again, and my hands go to his hips. What must we look like, making out on the street corner?
My eyes search his. “Do we have a deal?” I whisper. “Am I moving in?”
He trails his fingers down my face. “I guess we can come to some kind of weekend arrangement.”
I smile.
“Only because both of your men love to fuck you.” He grabs my hips and bounces them off his.
I giggle against his lips as he holds my head to his. “You’re a sex maniac, Miles,” I whisper.
He grabs my behind once more, and a car horn sounds. “Get a room,” a man calls.
We both laugh and begin to run across the street. I smile over at him as we run.
“What?” He smirks.
“Nothing.” I slap his behind. “Race you home.” I take off.
“I could beat you with my legs tied.” He laughs from behind. “In fact, if I beat you, I am tying you up.”
“Not if I tie you up first,” I call as I sprint. I giggle as I hear his footsteps behind me. Now there’s an incentive to run fast.
Knock, knock. I tap on Tristan’s door.
“Come in,” his deep voice calls.
I peek around the door. Tristan is sitting at his desk. “Come in, Em.” He smiles.
Em.
I smile and take a seat at his desk. I’ve decided that I’m keeping Tristan completely up to date . . . with everything. He loves Jameson, and he will decipher what Jay needs to know and what he doesn’t.
His eyes hold mine with a tender glow. “You were a hit with our parents last night.”