The car descends.
Kaz and I stand side by side with our hands behind our backs like two naughty schoolkids.
The woman with gray hair pulled back in the low chignon, wearing a blush-colored suit decorated with the iconic Chanel buttons turns her head, her brown eyes meeting mine. “Can’t say I blame you, honey. If that beautiful beast of a man was mine, I’d climb him like a tree any chance I have.” She winks.
The three other men chuckle.
Kaz pulls his lip between his teeth as he analyzes the ceiling.
My cheeks flame up, and I’m certain the color competes with my dress.
Chapter 30
Three little words
Harley
When we exit the Brooklyn Bridge, my eagerness kicks up.
I should have some reservations.
Kaz is my ex’s ex-stepdad, my roommate, and my soon-to-be boss, but none of that matters right now, because he’s the man I want more than my next breath.
Consequences be damned.
The chauffeured car parks in front of his carriage house.
He gets out, circles the vehicle to my door, opens it, and helps me out. He thumps the roof of the car twice with his fist, and the chauffeur drives off.
With his fingers intertwined in mine, he drags me to the front door. He opens it and guides me inside. “Your place or mine?”
I frown up at him.
“Your bedroom or mine?”
I laugh. “I’ll let you decide.” I drop my clutch on the console.
He leans into me. “I want you in my bed, Harley.”
The intensity in his blue eyes is unsettling.
I can only nod in response.
He cradles my face before taking my mouth into his. He tastes like brute strength and feels like a safe haven.
My safe haven.
I moan when he exerts more pressure, opening my mouth further to him.
Our first kiss was borderline inappropriate. This one is so hot, I’m doing Kegel exercises. The man knows how to take possession of my mouth.
He cups my breasts in his big rough hands, alternating between his fingers kneading and palming.
I arch my back, loving how he gropes my breasts like he owns me. My arm snakes around his broad shoulders and I hold onto him like my life depends on it. If I don’t, I’ll end up collapsing to my knees because this kiss is freaking dizzying.
He moans into my mouth and pulls away, panting. “Let’s go upstairs.” He bites my bottom lip. “I need you out of this dress.” His tongue sweeps against my mouth. “I’m already addicted to kissing your lips. I want that addiction to extend to your other set of lips.”
My thighs clench together at his words and my neglected vagina jumps to her feet and gives this man a standing ovation.
