“You’re so sure of everything.”
“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “Not everything.”
I tuck myself back into his chest, dissolving into him, pretending that, at least for tonight, this can be real. For tonight, I can admit to myself that I’m starting to have feelings for him.
I don’t even know how long our dance goes on. By the end of it, my hips are on fire and I’m completely worn out, but I’m so happy.
As the party guests file out, I sit on a chair while I wait for Colt to tie up whatever loose ends he may have here. I think about just calling for a ride and going home, but I’m not ready for the night to come to an end just yet. I’m not ready to leave this little fantasy bubble I’ve created around myself.
“It’s greasy burger o’clock, wouldn’t you say?” Colt asks as he walks toward me, checking his watch.
A smile plays at the corners of my lips. “Definitely.”
He leads me toward the exit, stopping before we reach the door to take off the jacket of his tuxedo. He drapes it over my shoulders, telling me, “You’ll freeze to death.”
I thank him as I wrap tightly it around myself, breathing in the scent of his cologne.
Waiting for us at the exit is a shiny black Escalade. Colt opens the back door and helps me climb in, then he follows behind, taking the seat next to mine before instructing the driver to take us to a drive thru.
•
“You were right,” I tell Colt as I shove a french fry into my mouth. “Greasy burgers are the perfect food after a night like that.”
He raises his hands as if to sayI told you so, following with, “I have been doing this for a while, you know.”
“This was…the perfect night, Colt,” I tell him. “Thank you for bringing me.”
“Thank you for saving me from all of those stuffy, boring people,” he laughs.
“I mean it,” I say, lowering my voice as I slide a hand onto his thigh. “You made me happy tonight.”
I watch his chest rise and fall, his eyes locked on my hand as I move it further up his thigh. As soon as I can feel his cock beneath my fingers, his hand covers mine.
“Rowan…” My name slips from him in a breathy warning and my heart picks up its pace.
“Yes, sir?” I purr, batting my lashes at him as I slowly move my hand back and forth against his dick, forcing a groan from him.
I kind of always expected it to take a man a long time to get hard – like I would have to wait agonizing minutes for him to be ready, like it was this long, drawn-out process. But I’ve only been touching him for a minute and he’s like a steel beam beneath my hand. A feeling somewhere between excitement and intimidation washes over me and I blush.
In a breath, his hand cups my face and his mouth crashes into mine, taking me by surprise. I pull him as close to me as I can, until our bodies press together.
His lips are warm and soft on mine, so much softer than I expected them to be, almost a direct contrast to the force he’s putting behind his kiss. I let out a soft moan into his mouth as the pressure inside me builds, begging to be touched, and his free hand finds itself in the slit of my dress, sliding up my thigh to grip onto my ass.
My heart is like a jackhammer.
“Colt,” I pant, “I’m a—”
I shouldn’t have said a word. I shouldn’t have pulled away.
He stops himself and looks at me with horror on his face. “Oh, Jesus,” he says. “I’m so sorry, Rowan.”
“Don’t stop,” I breathe, and pull him back down toward me.
“I’m your boss,” he argues, “I’m almost twice your age.”
I shake my head. “I don’t care.”
Shoving himself off of me, he tells me, “We can’t.”
