Never Just Friends (Spotlight New Adult Book 2) by Mina V. Esguerra
Authors: Mina V. Esguerra
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prop weapons, jumping over fences onto offscreen inflatable cushions.
Not the same as environment work, of course.
“So the spin here,” Jake said, “is to convince your donors that Caine Foundation is worth giving money to, provided they work with better people.”
“ Message.” Lindsay rolled her chair closer to his and squeezed his thigh, just above his knee. It had been hours since they’d touched. His skin flamed up, and he felt himself harden as if on cue. “Not spin. But you’ve got it, pretty much. Good job, Berkeley.”
***
Hotel sex had its benefits (roomy suite, surfaces and linens that were miraculously spotless by the same time the next day) but there was an unexpectedly sharp thrill to making love to Lindsay in her studio apartment.
That first time he had Christmas dinner with her family, he’d had more beers than he could keep track of out on the porch with her brother-in-law Rusty, and they insisted that he not even walk back to his house. He’d been given the living room couch, and Lindsay had set herself up on the smaller couch nearby, to watch him in case he inadvertently hurt himself in the middle of the night. Truth was he’d been more alert than he let on, and he spent an uncomfortable night with his eyes closed, knowing she was sleeping within reach.
So in the early morning, day three in New York, Jake was extra horny as he waited for her to finish her shower. He sat on her couch and tried to focus on the furniture, to keep him from needing his own hand to give him relief, but it helped only microscopically. Anything, even that round coffee table that looked like a cross section of the earth, could be a place he could prop her up on and satisfyingly sink into her.
Lindsay emerged from the bathroom, pink towel wrapped around her body, damp hair darker against her shoulders. She had walked past him, distracted, and then backed up.
“You’re hard.” There was a lilt in her voice, a smile.
“Thanks for noticing.”
“We had sex before leaving your hotel.”
He adjusted his pants, briefly lessening his discomfort, but also making her very aware just how hard. “I remember. I like how you’ve laid out your furniture, by the way. Everything’s facing the door.”
She paused and her gaze did a sweep of her dining set, couch, bed. “You’re right. I never have my back to the door.”
“It’s secure. I like it.”
“How long have you been hard?”
He shrugged. “Maybe since we walked in.”
“Were you always like this?”
“It’s this place. It smells like you.”
She inched closer, slowly, her hand going up to the fold that held her towel in place. “Let me guess—is a fantasy about doing me in my bedroom in Fremont involved at all?”
He coughed. “Not your bedroom. The living room.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re horrible. With the children upstairs? My sister and her husband too?”
“Rusty and I worked out a signal, you know. We wouldn’t have been interrupted.”
“You and your signals.” The towel came off, fell on the coffee table.
Chapter 14
“Oh dear God.”
Jake looked up in the same direction, then smiled and stepped in front of her. As if he could hide the twenty-foot banner with his face on it, hanging right there next to the archway they were about to walk through. “Yeah, we’re doing this for a sec.”
“A sec ?” Davis School of Film New York presents: A conversation with Jacob Berkeley. Lindsay pointed to the banner. “It starts in five minutes. Right now.”
“Yeah. It’s really close to your place; didn’t think you’d mind.”
“You said we were going to go out to eat! ‘Explore the neighborhood.’”
“Yeah,” Jake said, pulling her in through the arch. “After we do this.”
“You managed to get this in your schedule while taking a consultant job and committing to go to an environment conference in Hong Kong?”
“Cora’s very efficient.”
Truth was, Lindsay had never had to deal with
Not the same as environment work, of course.
“So the spin here,” Jake said, “is to convince your donors that Caine Foundation is worth giving money to, provided they work with better people.”
“ Message.” Lindsay rolled her chair closer to his and squeezed his thigh, just above his knee. It had been hours since they’d touched. His skin flamed up, and he felt himself harden as if on cue. “Not spin. But you’ve got it, pretty much. Good job, Berkeley.”
***
Hotel sex had its benefits (roomy suite, surfaces and linens that were miraculously spotless by the same time the next day) but there was an unexpectedly sharp thrill to making love to Lindsay in her studio apartment.
That first time he had Christmas dinner with her family, he’d had more beers than he could keep track of out on the porch with her brother-in-law Rusty, and they insisted that he not even walk back to his house. He’d been given the living room couch, and Lindsay had set herself up on the smaller couch nearby, to watch him in case he inadvertently hurt himself in the middle of the night. Truth was he’d been more alert than he let on, and he spent an uncomfortable night with his eyes closed, knowing she was sleeping within reach.
So in the early morning, day three in New York, Jake was extra horny as he waited for her to finish her shower. He sat on her couch and tried to focus on the furniture, to keep him from needing his own hand to give him relief, but it helped only microscopically. Anything, even that round coffee table that looked like a cross section of the earth, could be a place he could prop her up on and satisfyingly sink into her.
Lindsay emerged from the bathroom, pink towel wrapped around her body, damp hair darker against her shoulders. She had walked past him, distracted, and then backed up.
“You’re hard.” There was a lilt in her voice, a smile.
“Thanks for noticing.”
“We had sex before leaving your hotel.”
He adjusted his pants, briefly lessening his discomfort, but also making her very aware just how hard. “I remember. I like how you’ve laid out your furniture, by the way. Everything’s facing the door.”
She paused and her gaze did a sweep of her dining set, couch, bed. “You’re right. I never have my back to the door.”
“It’s secure. I like it.”
“How long have you been hard?”
He shrugged. “Maybe since we walked in.”
“Were you always like this?”
“It’s this place. It smells like you.”
She inched closer, slowly, her hand going up to the fold that held her towel in place. “Let me guess—is a fantasy about doing me in my bedroom in Fremont involved at all?”
He coughed. “Not your bedroom. The living room.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re horrible. With the children upstairs? My sister and her husband too?”
“Rusty and I worked out a signal, you know. We wouldn’t have been interrupted.”
“You and your signals.” The towel came off, fell on the coffee table.
Chapter 14
“Oh dear God.”
Jake looked up in the same direction, then smiled and stepped in front of her. As if he could hide the twenty-foot banner with his face on it, hanging right there next to the archway they were about to walk through. “Yeah, we’re doing this for a sec.”
“A sec ?” Davis School of Film New York presents: A conversation with Jacob Berkeley. Lindsay pointed to the banner. “It starts in five minutes. Right now.”
“Yeah. It’s really close to your place; didn’t think you’d mind.”
“You said we were going to go out to eat! ‘Explore the neighborhood.’”
“Yeah,” Jake said, pulling her in through the arch. “After we do this.”
“You managed to get this in your schedule while taking a consultant job and committing to go to an environment conference in Hong Kong?”
“Cora’s very efficient.”
Truth was, Lindsay had never had to deal with
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