“And what about what Dr. Winston said about you going to therapy?”
“What, like on my own?”
“Yeah.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’d said maybe. I’ll think about it,” I added when Chanel looked like she was going to respond. “Now,” I began, as we stepped into the empty elevator. I pressed her back against the wall. “You’re coming home with me tonight, right?”
“Tonight? I can’t. I have—”
“It’s been seven nights since you last slept in my bed. That’s unacceptable.”
“You were away this week.”
“And you weren’t fucking with me like that this week,” I added. “But we’re good now, right? You’ve forgiven me for what I said?” I wasn’t about to apologize for fucking her ex up. I’d do that over again if I had the chance. Lucky for him, my security escorted him out of the club and, according to Quincy, Ethan had left the country again.
“Yes.”
“Good, then you can bring that ass over tonight.”
She giggled. “My car’s in the lot across the street. I’ll have to follow you home. And before you try and tell me, no.” She reached up, covering my lips with one finger. “I amnotleaving my car in the lot overnight to pick it up in the morning.”
“I could have some—”
“No. I’ll drive to your place.”
“Fine,” I reluctantly agreed. “Just don’t try to sneak out in the middle of the night.”
“Oh, my god! That happened one time, and you’re never gonna let me live it down, are you?”
“Nope.” I dipped my head to taste her. I licked the seam of her lips, gently prying them open with my tongue. Once she opened for me, I dove in without hesitation. Unfortunately, that kiss was short-lived as the elevator stopped on the seventh floor and a few people entered. I reluctantly pulled back, glaring at them over my shoulder, mad they’d interrupted what I was trying to get started.
“You sure you won’t let me drive you?” I questioned low in her ear, reminding us both of the pleasure we could enjoy in my car.
Chanel dipped her head, avoiding eye contact with me, but I knew her thoughts already. “I’m sure,” she answered breathlessly.
I growled in frustration, causing one of the men who’d entered to turn and look at me. I stared at him back, telling him without words to mind his damn business.
“It’s only a twenty-minute drive to your place. You’ll be okay,” Chanel said pulling my attention from the man.
“Whatever.”
****
Twenty minutes was way too long. By the time I pulled my car into my driveway behind Chanel’s, I’d come up with at least ten different positions I had planned on having her in tonight.
“We would’ve gotten here faster if you’d have let me drive you.” And at least one orgasm, but I left that last part out.
“That’s ’cause you drive like a bat out of hell.”
“Only sometimes.” I let her lead the way up the steps to the door, my eyes on her plump bottom that was covered by the pleated skirt she wore. “You wore that to work today?” I asked, my eyes still planted on her ass.
“You know I did. I went straight to Dr. Winston’s from work.”
My jaw tightened as I put the key in the lock and opened the door. The thought of anyone else lusting after her in her typical work outfits didn’t sit well with me.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” she purred, turning to me and lifting up on tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck.
“What do I have to be jealous of? This still mine, right?” I reached around with one hand to squeeze her ass.
