I covered my face with my hands while he washed up. The touch of his lips on my stomach had me cupping his face.
“I’m sorry, baby. Shit’s happening right now.”
“Can you call me a cab?” I asked, sitting up and searching for my clothes.
“Stay.”
“No. I think I should go,” I insisted. “We can’t do this right now, honey. Not yet, anyway, and if I stay, it’ll be too hard to stop.”
He frowned. “I’ll have Mack drive you home.”
“Will he mind?”
He shook his head. “Give me a minute.”
I nodded and he stepped out of his room as he pulled on his shirt. He peeked inside, made sure I was dressed, and pushed open the door. “Mack’ll drive you.”
“Okay, thanks.”
He cupped my face and kissed me quickly. “Text me when you get home.”
“Okay, honey.”
He ushered me out of the room and into Mack’s capable hands, and then went to do the Prez’s bidding. Mack dropped me home, walked me to the door and checked my apartment for who knows what.
Once he was gone, I locked up, texted Austin, and poured myself a glass of wine. I was too wired (and horny) to sleep.
Danielle
“DANI?” EMILY REACHED over and squeezed my arm.
“Sorry, what?” I focused on her sitting next to me at the dinner table. I’d been distracted all evening, my date with Austin the night before swimming around my mind.
“What is goingonwith you?” she asked, grinning like she knew something I didn’t.
My sister was not only highly intelligent, but also gorgeous, glamorous, and very, very taken. She was tall and blonde, with emerald green eyes, and a body to die for. She’d married Mitch Parsons right out of law school, and it was coincidentally their fifteenth wedding anniversary, which we were celebrating tonight. Mitch was also gorgeous, but in a rugged way. He’d been a cop before he changed careers and turned to bounty hunting. He loved my sister with an intensity that was sometimes scary, but she’d admitted it was also a huge turn on.
