“Yeah, kind of.” I punched the elevator button for the penthouse suite and then stuck in my key card that granted only a handful of people in the world access to this part of the building.
“Kind of?” She eyed me suspiciously. “What? Don’t tell me, you own the entire building not just the penthouse suite?” She laughed.
“No, definitely not that.” I shook my head. My family’s company owned the actual building, but I decided that didn’t need to be said. Instead, I pinned her back to the wall of the elevator, dipped my head in the crook of her neck, and inhaled, letting my lips brush up the side of her neck. I grinned when I her entire body shuttered in my arms.
“Did I ever tell you, you were dangerous?” She moaned.
“Maybe.” I planted a kiss everywhere, until I finally reached her mouth, drawing her tongue into mine, sucking on it. Another moan from her caused my entire body to inflame.
Before I could get too carried away, the elevator buzzed and the door opened to the living room of the suite. I stepped aside, and watched as Michelle’s eyes bulged. Her jaw dropped slightly as her enlarged eyes scanned the shiny, hardwood floors, spacious living room, decorated modern furnishings of earth tones.
I took her hand in mine, guiding her out of the elevator and down the three stairs to the actual living room.
“This is quite a place,” she stated, looking around at the grand piano that sat in the corner by the floor to ceiling window. I’d been telling Tyler to get rid of that fucking thing for more than two years now, but he insisted that women loved it. “Do you play?”
I let out a deep laugh. “Not since the fifth grade when I stuck a frog inside the sound band of my teacher’s piano. My mother got the hint after that and let me drop the lessons.”
Michelle gasped. “You didn’t!”
“I did. And I have absolutely no regrets about it either.”
I pulled her by the arm to me, placed her hands on my shoulders, and let my own hands fall to her wide hips, squeezing them. “Did you have a good time atCharlie’s?”
She nodded and leaned into me.
“Good.” I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, pressing the button for the bluetooth to connect with the system that had been installed in the walls of the condo. Moments later, soft music filled the room.
“We never did get to finish that dance at my parents’ place.” My voice was low in her ear.
“I didn’t know firefighters could dance,” she teased.
“Sugar, I can do anything you want me to.”
A soft giggle poured from her lips. When her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip, the need for words ceased, and the demand for action became paramount. Dipping my head, I captured her lips with mine. Caught by surprise, her gasp left her mouth open for my assault. My tongue rolled over hers, my hunger growing by the seconds. My cock began straining against my jeans, seeking the one place that had come to feel like home. Michelle’s hands tightened around my shoulders, pulling me even more so with the same urgency I felt.
“Do you have to go home tonight?” I questioned, panting against her lips.
“N-no. My mom’s caring for Diego.”
I nodded then fused our lips together once again, satisfied that for the night, she was all mine. I began walking her back toward my bedroom. We hadn’t even gotten to the door of the bedroom when a loud noise startled Michelle. She jumped in my arms, breaking our kiss. The movement of the elevator doors caught my attention and my head darted in its direction. Seconds later, loud, female giggling flowed from the elevator. A pair of long, stockings-clad legs stepped off the elevator. My frown immediately turned into a scowl when I saw the man behind her.
“Carter. Shit, what’re you doing here?” my youngest brother questioned.
“The fuck are you doing here, Tyler?” I demanded, pissed at the interruption.
“I’m resting for the second week after getting injured.” The stupid grin he wore on his face relayed he thought this was some type of fun coincidence. His green eyes drifted to Michelle and they filled with humor.
“I see we had the same idea.” His eyes narrowed. “You look familiar.”
I stepped in front of Michelle, cutting off his line of sight. “Mind your fucking business,” I growled. We mostly certainly had not had the same idea. I didn’t even bother to glance at the groupie he’d brought back to the place.
“You share this place with your brother?”
I glanced over my shoulder into Michelle’s questioning, honey eyes that always made me feel a little weak in the knees.
“Share? This ismyplace, sweetheart. My big brother bestowed me with his bachelor pad when he bought his own home. Although he still uses it for one-nighters on occasion.”
My eyes slowly blinked closed on Michelle’s gasp.I’m going to kill that son of a bitch with my bare hands. And then I’m going to call my parents and tell them I did it.
