I wanted to tell her my feelings.
They were there, pushing to escape, but I kept them locked up. She wouldn’t believe me. I was obsessed. That’s what she would say as she rolled her eyes, but then she’d stare at me as I was always staring at her, and I’d feel the connection between us grow once more.
It was only with her that I felt this link.
She made a mewling sound and moved for me at the same time I lifted my mouth.
She panted against my lips. “I need you.”
“Then take me.”
Her hand moved between us, and her hips lifted up enough so she could palm my dick through my jeans. I was ready to go. This entire exchange had been foreplay for me. Ineededto be buried deep in her slick heat.
“Eight,” she whimpered.
If this was my nightclub, I’d strip her bare in a heartbeat, but it wasn’t. I didn’t mind fucking on camera, but I knew Blake wouldn’t want that. Scowling at where I guessed the camera was located and pointing at us, I stood from the booth, clasping Blake easily to me.
She made a surprised sound, but wound her arms and legs around me.
I began walking us out of there.
“Creight.” She tried to look where we were going.
I recaptured her lips. “No. Stay here. I want your mouth.”
As I came down the hallway, two of my men were waiting. Both straightened at seeing me. I said to them, “Home.” They jumped to comply. I used one eye to keep track of our movements, and as I fell in line behind them, I saw Levi looking my way from where he stood with Blake’s people. He’d been leaning against the side of their booth, but flashed me a grin and folded into the booth. He was reaching for Palma as we turned another corner.
My men turned down a side hallway. They were going to take us out through the alley door. Lassiter was exiting a closet door as we went past, a hand going through his hair to fall back to his side. He jerked at seeing us, then relaxed and lifted his chin to me. It was a signal that he’d gotten what I’d asked him to get for me. Right before we stepped outside, he waved his phone to me.
I pulled my mouth away from Blake enough to give him a nod back.
“What?” Blake had given into the pleasure between us, and I saw now that it had woven a spell over her. She let it. I was loath for her to clear it away and gently tugged her back to me. I nipped at the corner of her mouth. “It’s nothing. Come back here.”
A shiver trailed down her spine. She sank back into my hold.
Climbing into the waiting SUV, I growled at my men in the front. “Privacy divider.Now.”
A buzzing sound came next, and fucking finally.
Blake kneeled on the seat, lifting up as I made quick work opening my jeans. We both pushed our clothes aside long enough for me to find a condom and put it on. She sank down over me, and I let out a hissing sound because this was perfection.
She was perfection.
Chapter Forty-One
Blake
Creighton was gone when I woke up. Not that I was surprised. I was wrung out, in thebestway. There’d been talking, but honestly, not much of it. His phone went off around five in the morning, and I barely stirred. Since it was the weekend and since I hadn’t gotten to sleep till late, I decided to sleep in.
When I stirred, I grimaced at seeing the time. It was past ten in the morning. That wasn’t normal for me. But the house was quiet. Everyone else must’ve gotten back—I didn’t know. I never heard them come home. They must’ve passed out or were still sleeping?
Padding downstairs, I fought back a yawn and went to get some coffee.
There was no coffee in the pot.
Marshall always made the coffee. First thing in the morning, he dumped out the old and brewed a new pot. He was a coffee snob in that way. Huh. I made a pot and waited long enough to fill a cup before I went back upstairs.
I felt a bit silly, but a part of me didn’t want to shower. I needed to. I smelled like sex, only doing the minimal washing that was necessaryafter the last round. I smelled like Creighton. I liked smelling like Creighton.
