“I don’t think that’s going to be possible anymore,” he said. “Is now a good time for us to finally talk?”
“I’m not finished with my work on the case.”
“I’m starting to believe you never will.” He looked behind me. “Is there anyone in there recording with you?”
“Yes. Tons of men.”
“Then tell them to come out here, so we can all get on the same page about the new quiet hours we’re about to set.”
“Okay, fine. There’s no one else in there.”
“I fucking know that, Chassie.” He suddenly cupped the back of my neck and pressed his mouth against mine.
I shut my eyes as he used his other hand to pull me flush against him, as he splayed his hand against my back.
His cock hardened against my thigh, and I slid my hand into the front of sweats to touch it.
“Chassie…” He bit down on my bottom lip as I rubbed my hand up and down his thick length, as I moaned at how fucking huge he was.
Kissing me harder, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and whispered against my mouth.
“Your moans should sound just like this,” he said. “Like you want to fuck the man who’s owning you with just his mouth.”
“Ahhh…” I moaned again as he slid his tongue against mine.
I opened my eyes and saw him staring into mine, watching me every reaction to his slightest of moves. The knowing, cocky look in his eyes made me want to take off my panties right here, right now.
“I’m faking it right now, too…” I couldn’t help but fuck this up.
“Oh?” He let out low laugh and stopped kissing me. “Is that so?”
Hell no.
He didn’t bother waiting for me to lie. Instead, he pressed a few wet kisses against my neck and stepped back. “You should invite me inside so we can finish this.”
“You mean, talk?”
“You can say whatever you want when I’m inside of you.”
“I can’t…” I swallowed, not ready to cross the line with him right now at all. “I have a deadline for the case we’re working on.”
“You’ve blown through all of them already.” He looked me up and down. “I’ll come back another day, since I know you’ll want more…Goodnight, Chassie.”
“Goodnight, Tyler.” I shut the door before I could say, “Yes, please come in and give me more.”
Tyler
Present Day
Manhattan, New York
* * *
The following afternoon
An audiobook narrator.
The late-night noises and moans made so much more sense now.
I laughed as I pulled into the garage at Walsh & White, making a mental note to download some of Chassie’s latest audiobooks.
Until I heard her giving me the real moans while she was under me, I could deal with the polished, fake ones for a while.
Grabbing my briefcase, I took to the elevator to our shared floor and noticed that she still hadn’t arrived.
Confused, I made my way down to the lobby.
“Have you seen Miss Heritage today?” I stepped in front of the receptionist’s desk. “If so, where is she?”
“She called a few hours ago,” she said, flipping through her post-it notes. “Something about her condo and not wanting anyone here to catch it what she has.”
“Excuse me?”
“Ah, here it is.” She pulled up a pink post-is. “She’s super sick today.”
I smiled. “Of course, she is.”
Chassie
Present Day
Manhattan, New York
Me: Make up an excuse for me today at work. Tell them I went out of town to do some research.
Sebastian: Why can’t you tell them yourself?
Me: Because I just told you that TYLER HUDSON is my next-door neighbor, and he’s heard everything—everything, since the day he moved in. I need some time to think about this.
Sebastian: Or, you could just fuck him. That’s what I would suggest from the way he looks at you …
Sebastian: (You think he heard the scenes when you were doing deep-throat? LMFAO if so.)
Me: I didn’t ask for your suggestions. (YES. Does this mean you’ll make up an excuse for me?)
Sebastian: No, it means I’m going to see how long this plays out. You really do need to get fucked.
Me: I hate you. Truly.
Sebastian: I love you, too.
Chassie
Present Day
Manhattan, New York
* * *
A few days later
“Um, can you tell me why we’re meeting in a random cafe instead of at your firm, Miss Heritage?” Sarah Sanchez, one of the witnesses, tilted her head to the side. “I really prefer to meet in your office. They serve great lunch.”
“I brought you options in to-go boxes.” I pulled a few locked trays from my bag. “We’re here because the firm is being fumigated today.”
“Oh.” She uncapped one of the fruit trays and popped a grape into her mouth. “Well, I’m ready to pick up where we left off whenever you are.”
I pulled out my phone to begin recording our session, but it vibrated with a new text.
Tyler.
Tyler: Why aren’t you in the office today?
Me: I’m still feeling really sick.