“Stop fucking around.”
Another ding.
I laugh as I bite her earlobe again. She arches her back against me, forcing my fingers to slide back inside. I love how needy she is. My hand starts to explore her again as she finally lets out a breath. “You’re lucky I can never say no to you.” The only response I get is a low groan.
“We’re almost out of time, J. Are you gonna come for me?”
Her head flies back to lie on my chest, and I see her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly ajar. She’s close. “I’m gonna come.”
“Good. Now, say my name.” There’s not a single sound better than my name on Janelle’s lips when she comes. It’s enough to fuel me for days.
Moments later, she rewards me with the sweet melody, and I hold her steady through her trembling. With one floor left, I have enough time to put her dress back and adjust myself. Janelle leans against me, looking up at me with a languid smile that is guaranteed to make me feel great for the rest of the night.
No one spares us a second glance when the doors open on the rooftop. We don’t even waste time pretending to get off here. We simply let the doors close again and head back down to where we’re supposed to be, making quick stops at the bathroom along the way.
“I’m gonna put this one in the success column,” Janelle says, her voice sluggish. We’ve been rating the sex scenes in books as either a success or failure based on whether or not they’re physically possible. I knew this one would be a success; we just hadn’t had the chance to go for it until now.
“Definitely a success.”
I immediately grab two glasses of champagne for Janelle and me when we enter the event. Alcohol is absolutely required for events like this.
We’re only there for about ten minutes when my least favorite person, John Holcomb, comes over. He runs a women’s shelter over west. You would think someone who runs a shelter would be honorable and good. John Holcomb is as disgusting as they come. He’s one of those people who thinks everyone should kiss the ground he walks on because he’s so giving. The irony of that is lost on him.
“Rome, how are you, sir?” He holds his hand out to shake mine, and I reluctantly take it. His eyes wander over to Janelle, who looks less than impressed with the scrawny white man with hair slicked back within an inch of its life.
“I’m good, John.” I don’t ask how he is because I don’t care.
He doesn’t seem to notice; his focus is solely on Janelle now. Men like him don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her, but I know he knows better than to try anything stupid.
“And who’s this?”
“John, this is my girlfriend, Janelle. Janelle, this is John. He runs the women’s shelter over on West Pratt.”
She looks at me like I’ve grown three heads, then shoots me a coy smile before turning her attention to John. They talk for two minutes too long before John finally moves on to bother other people.
“Sooo,” Janelle coos. “Girlfriend.”
Now it’s my turn to look at her like she’s lost it. “Is there a question in that sentence?”
“No, it’s just that we never talked about official titles, so that was new.”
I roll through the memories of the last four months, trying to pinpoint a time when we’ve referred to each other with significant other monikers. I don’t recall doing it, but it didn’t seem necessary. Everyone knows Janelle owns my heart.
“And do you have a problem with being referred to as my girlfriend?”
She steps directly before me, so close I can feel her heart beating hard. “I mean, it would be nice to be asked these things. You didn’t offer me your letterman jacket or nothin’.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re so annoying.”
“I’m saying, though! No chain either? You fell off, sir.”
I’m so tempted to carry her out of here and book us a room for the night. She plays entirely too much.
“You want me to get you a promise ring from a gumball machine right quick?”
She shakes her head in utter disappointment. “Oh, how the mighty fall. You could at least get me a Ring Pop. That’s crazy.” She giggles and wraps her arms around my middle. If anybody were watching us, they would think she was leaning against me for support, but she lays gentle kisses on my chest.
“Yeah, but I already have a girlfriend. It would be wrong to cheat on her,” I say, my eyes roaming down her body.
