"Crap," I groan. "I'm late."
"You passed out on me last night before you could set an alarm," he says with a chuckle. "I wasn't sure what time you needed to be up."
"An hour ago."
"You got time for a shower?" he asks, running one hand down my side.
My body instantly heats, my core clenching. I definitely don't have time for that kind of shower, but will that stop me? Absolutely not.
"I've got time," I whisper.
He grins and then pulls me from the bed, leading me toward the bathroom. Once inside, he gets the shower started while I brush my teeth and run a brush through my wild hair. His hands were definitely all in it last night. It's tangled, snarled, and a hot damn mess.
"Come on," he murmurs once I'm done, tapping my hip to get me moving. "Inside before you're even later."
As soon as the door of the stall closes behind us, steam swirling all around, he drops any pretense of trying to get me to work on time. Within seconds, he's got me backed up against the tile wall, running his hands all over my body.
I come twice before he's even inside me, and then once more on his cock before the water runs cold. Neither of us gets clean. We just get messier. I'm not complaining. He can shower with me anytime he likes if it means orgasms like those.
My toes still tingle while I'm getting dressed.
"Will I see you later?" I ask, watching him dress through the mirror.
"Depends," he murmurs, glancing over at me.
"On what?"
"If I'm allowed to steal you for lunch or not. I'm meeting with the mayor and city council this morning, but I should be free by noon." He meets my gaze in the mirror. "Have lunch with me?"
I nod, my heart pounding.
He strides toward me, knotting his tie. When he steps up behind me, pressing his body to mine, I shiver, melting back against him.
His lips brush my shoulder before he nuzzles my throat. "I'll be counting the fucking minutes until you're all mine again at lunch, Lilah."
"Me too," I whisper, meaning it.
"You hussy!" Jazz's shriek echoes around the store, making me cringe.
"Keep your voice down," I hiss, my eyes darting around. But we're still alone inside. Thank God. I do not need the entire town knowing that I slept with Lincoln—three times, actually.
Jazz crosses her arms, smirking at me. "Is he your dirty little secret?"
"What? No."
"Are you fucking him to keep your building? Because, honestly, high five to you if you are getting laid and getting your building, too. That's some professional-level multitasking," she says.
I just gape at her for a long, silent moment before a laugh erupts from my lips. "Sometimes, I truly question how your mind works, Jazz. No, I'm not sleeping with him as a way to get my building."
"Is he sleeping with you as a way to get your building?" she growls, her eyes narrowing.
"No, of course not." I huff at her. "We didn't even really talk about the building."
"So he doesn't know that you aren't going to fight him on it?" She props a hip against the counter, nibbling on her bottom lip."And you aren't going to end up brokenhearted when you lose this place to the man you're sleeping with?"
"I…" I hesitate, my heart clenching. "I don't know," I whisper.
"Well, I do because I know you," she says, her voice soft and full of worry. "Losing this place is going to break your heart, Lilah. And if you lose it to him after you've spent a month sleeping with him, I'm not sure you'll be able to get over that."
