own way back since you’re refusing to put your hands on me. Thanks for the offer, though.”
I stand and head back to the leather chair that I was in earlier to collect my things. When I turn around, he’s directly behind me. He looks just as pissed as I feel at the moment. He grabs ahold of my hips and pulls me flush against his body. “I said that I would take you home.”
I swallow hard, concentrating on the feel of his hands on my needy body. I selfishly press my body against his. I can feel his muscular physique underneath his suit and my body and mind give in to the feel of him.
“Okay,” it’s barely a whisper, but I think he hears me because he lets go of me.
“Come.”
“That’s kind of what I was hoping for the first time you offered.”
“Don’t make me regret taking you out, Hadley.”
I frown and walk past him to the front door. When he doesn’t follow, I turn to face him, and he’s standing across the room. “I’m parked in the back.”
“Oh? I’m surprised your fancy-ass doesn’t have a driver.”
“He’s off for the evening.” He holds out his hand to me, and I reluctantly walk over to him and take it again.
He leads me out of the library through a darkened back entrance. He turns to lock the door and sets an alarm before he takes my hand again and leads me to a sleek dark graphite BMW.
“This is yours?”
“She’s my girl,” he says modestly.
“She’s beautiful. What is it?”
“She’s the latest i8,” he says as he opens the door, which swings upward instead of out.
Yup. Fancy-ass motherfucker.
Seated, I look up at him again, and his eyes are roaming down my body, drinking in every inch of me like I’m his favorite amber liquor. “You look good in her.”
“Just as I’m sure you’ll look good in me.”
He chuckles and closes the door before walking around to get in and starting his girl before we take off down the Magnificent Mile. A few people are milling about and turn their attention to the BMW as we drive past them.
I cross my ankles and lean my knees toward the center console, wishing I had worn a dress instead of leggings. I purse my lips when he subtly tilts his head to glance down at my movement. His eyes move back to the road, and I notice his grip on the steering wheel tighten a fraction.
“Where to?”
“I’m staying at Walton on the Park.”
“Good. You’re in the same direction as I am.”
“I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or not, considering the fate of my libido.”
“For now, consider it a good thing. Rules be damned.”
A heady trance comes over me at that statement. There’s a static in the air, and it crackles between the two of us. I glance down at how I’m seated, and I realize that my body has gravitated toward him of its own accord. This cannot be good or healthy.
We drive in silence for the last few blocks until he comes to a stop outside of Lola’s building just as my phone chimes. I pull it out of my purse and glance down at a text message from Holden.
Are you awake?
Thank fuck. It looks like I’ll be getting some dick after all.
Want me? I type out quickly before I open the door. “Thank you, Wade. I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Until then,” he says. For some reason, his body has gone from comfortable to taut in just a moment. I swear this man is a living myriad of reactions, and I’ve just officially met him. I shut the door and step into the high-rise building. My phone goes off again, and I slide my finger across the screen: Come over. Owen is with Lola tonight.
I swore to Lo that I wouldn’t mess up this thing she has going on with Owen, but right now, my needs are achingly obvious, and they need to be met by more than just my purple vibrator. On my way.
I head up to our floor and stop at the third door down instead of going to the double doors at the end of the hallway. I knock twice and wait for what seems like forever while I try and wrap my head around going out with
I stand and head back to the leather chair that I was in earlier to collect my things. When I turn around, he’s directly behind me. He looks just as pissed as I feel at the moment. He grabs ahold of my hips and pulls me flush against his body. “I said that I would take you home.”
I swallow hard, concentrating on the feel of his hands on my needy body. I selfishly press my body against his. I can feel his muscular physique underneath his suit and my body and mind give in to the feel of him.
“Okay,” it’s barely a whisper, but I think he hears me because he lets go of me.
“Come.”
“That’s kind of what I was hoping for the first time you offered.”
“Don’t make me regret taking you out, Hadley.”
I frown and walk past him to the front door. When he doesn’t follow, I turn to face him, and he’s standing across the room. “I’m parked in the back.”
“Oh? I’m surprised your fancy-ass doesn’t have a driver.”
“He’s off for the evening.” He holds out his hand to me, and I reluctantly walk over to him and take it again.
He leads me out of the library through a darkened back entrance. He turns to lock the door and sets an alarm before he takes my hand again and leads me to a sleek dark graphite BMW.
“This is yours?”
“She’s my girl,” he says modestly.
“She’s beautiful. What is it?”
“She’s the latest i8,” he says as he opens the door, which swings upward instead of out.
Yup. Fancy-ass motherfucker.
Seated, I look up at him again, and his eyes are roaming down my body, drinking in every inch of me like I’m his favorite amber liquor. “You look good in her.”
“Just as I’m sure you’ll look good in me.”
He chuckles and closes the door before walking around to get in and starting his girl before we take off down the Magnificent Mile. A few people are milling about and turn their attention to the BMW as we drive past them.
I cross my ankles and lean my knees toward the center console, wishing I had worn a dress instead of leggings. I purse my lips when he subtly tilts his head to glance down at my movement. His eyes move back to the road, and I notice his grip on the steering wheel tighten a fraction.
“Where to?”
“I’m staying at Walton on the Park.”
“Good. You’re in the same direction as I am.”
“I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or not, considering the fate of my libido.”
“For now, consider it a good thing. Rules be damned.”
A heady trance comes over me at that statement. There’s a static in the air, and it crackles between the two of us. I glance down at how I’m seated, and I realize that my body has gravitated toward him of its own accord. This cannot be good or healthy.
We drive in silence for the last few blocks until he comes to a stop outside of Lola’s building just as my phone chimes. I pull it out of my purse and glance down at a text message from Holden.
Are you awake?
Thank fuck. It looks like I’ll be getting some dick after all.
Want me? I type out quickly before I open the door. “Thank you, Wade. I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Until then,” he says. For some reason, his body has gone from comfortable to taut in just a moment. I swear this man is a living myriad of reactions, and I’ve just officially met him. I shut the door and step into the high-rise building. My phone goes off again, and I slide my finger across the screen: Come over. Owen is with Lola tonight.
I swore to Lo that I wouldn’t mess up this thing she has going on with Owen, but right now, my needs are achingly obvious, and they need to be met by more than just my purple vibrator. On my way.
I head up to our floor and stop at the third door down instead of going to the double doors at the end of the hallway. I knock twice and wait for what seems like forever while I try and wrap my head around going out with
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