“Does anyone not?” he asks.
“No. They do a lot of the heavier lifting.” To be fair, I didn’t come up with that line on my own. Some guy said it to me once, and I tend to go back to it when someone compliments my dimples.
Isaac laughs again and reaches for his drink. “I can’t remember the last person who made me laugh.”
“It might just be the situation. I’m not very funny.”
“Maybe you make me nervous,” he says.
“We can’tbothbe nervous.”
“It might say CEO on my work badge, but you’ll have to take my word for it when I say I’m a mess. But you can’t tell anybody that.”
My hand is still on his thigh, and I tighten it, leaning in. The sudden impulse to kiss him is too strong to resist, despite the meds.
He sees me coming, and for a moment, he doesn’t move. I brush his mouth lightly with mine and hover there, close enough to feel the air his lashes move as he blinks. “How’s this gonna work?” he asks, his voice low and intimate.
Now we’re in more familiar territory. All told, the conversation was fine—good if I’m grading myself. It was an A plus from me. Words don’t always come so easy. Maybe it’s because I know who he is? But now I want to know him more biblically—if that’s still an option.
“However you want it to.”
“Are we talking, skip dinner and head back to my place?”
Okay, I like him. He speaks my real language. “If you don’t mind.”
“One second.” He presses his mouth to mine, harder than I did to him. Sparks zip down my spine when he licks at the seam of my lips, and they part for him. The moment our tongues touch, heat floods me. A strong pulse in my groin makes my cock jerk to life, and I dig my nails into his leg. He pulls away suddenly, and I nearly fall off the stool in an effort to keep my mouth connected to his.
“Works for me.” He fishes some cash out of his wallet and drops it on the sushi bar. “Let’s go.”
5
ISAAC
Idon’t normally do this, but I needed that kiss. The instant our tongues met, I realized how long it’s been since I truly kissed a man. Months. It’s beenmonths. Nearly a year. It’s not like me to dismiss something I take such immense pleasure from as unimportant or unnecessary, but it seems I have.
Deacon is a large man—very tall and packed with lean muscle. Not the type of man I usually go for, but there was something in his kiss I recognized. Hardcore wanting and a whisper of submission. For those three or four seconds, he gave me the full run of his mouth, but after today, I require significantly more to be adequately distracted from coming face to face with Evan’s ex. The fact that they went to lunch together leaving me to fend for myself at Brittney’s farewell party had me wanting to break everything in my office.
“I live right here,” I say as we step outside the restaurant, into the freezing rain.
Deacon looks up at the building next door I’ve pointed out. “Convenient.”
“Unintentional. The sushi here is excellent.”
“Guess I’ll come back another time. For the food, I mean.”
I rest my hand on his lower back and aim him toward my building.
He moves easily, and I try not to rush him, but it’s raining, and we’re eventually jogging with ducked heads.
I wanted a distraction from this hopeless crush on my assistant? I found one. This man is fucking gorgeous. Those eyes—the dimples—Jesus. I’m so grateful he made a move. During the minute or two we were talking, I became less and less sure what the fuck I wanted to do with him, if anything, but he made up my mind for me, and I have to say, I wasn’t expecting it. Definitely not so soon.
Alone with him in the elevator, just to be sure, I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him in for another kiss. He moans into my mouth, grasping me by the hips. He lets me bite his lips and lick his tongue until the car jolts to a stop.
Pulling away, I get high off the glaze of lust in his eyes. “Whatever I want, huh?”
He nods, gaze fixed to my mouth.
I crowd him again. “What does that mean?”
