She runs her fingers through my hair, pulling my head back against the seat and looks me straight in the eyes. “I do have a position available. You see, my assistant just quit.”
“Is that so?”
“It would be long term, with a benefits package,” she says, reaching down and grabbing my painfully-hard bulge.
I clear my throat. “Will you have any other assistants?”
“I only keep one assistant at a time.”
Her mouth connects with mine again, and she kisses me deep and long. This time I cannot deny her, and I allow myself to get lost in the stirring bliss she promises.
Her lips are soft and eager, and I remember how good it felt to have them wrapped around my cock. Ali Kat Cater is the very definition of perfection.
“Ali,” I murmur between kisses. “I know this sounds crazy…but I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I pull back, shocked by her revelation. “You do realize, I literally have nothing. Negative dollars to my name. Shops being sold, can’t even sleep there anymore. I’m nothing. And you, well, you have everything you could possibly want—”
“But I don’t have you—at least not yet,” she purrs. “Now shut up and kiss me.”
She bites my bottom lip playfully—hungrily, and I can’t think of a better person to devour me.
A knock sounds hard against the driver’s side window, and Ali jumps in my arms. I look over to see Sherif Dewey and roll down my window.
“Haven’t you two learned your lesson?”
“Guess not,” I reply back.
“Well, make it quick and expect an audience.” He points out at the crowd, and sure enough, they’re all staring. Even Prim, arms crossed over her chest.
Dewey taps the hood of the car and walks away.
Ali bites her lip, looking beautiful and sexy. “Whaddaya say we head back to the loft?”
“I’d say that’s a swell idea, considering the alternative is keeping you the night in my car.”
