“It’s better than what you called me.”
“Pet isn’t bad.” He opened his mouth and licked along my spine. “I like petting you.”
His fingers fluttered over my ass and then lower until he was cupping my core. He rubbed softly back and forth to prove his point.
I moaned. “Okay. Pet is good.”
The softest lips pressed against my shoulder as he spoke, muffling his words. “I thought so.”
My eyes closed in giddiness when he touched my clit with a gentle finger. “Again?”
“Yes, again.” His cock was already hard on my leg that he rested on. “Or are you too sore—”
His door swung open once more. Just a crack.
“Sir…,” Jonathan muttered with exasperation from outside in the hallway. “You are now over an hour late to the meeting.”
Godric groaned and banged his forehead against my back. He growled in protest. “That bastard made me wait.”
“And now you’ve made him wait.”
My lips trembled in humor.
Jonathan had some balls. Too furry or not.
“Fine. She needs to leave soon anyway,” Godric groaned and licked up my spine again. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Jonathan cleared his throat. “Thank you. I’m sure the men would like to go to bed at some point tonight.”
Godric glanced up. “Jonathan.”
Innocence spoke from afar. “Yes, sir?”
“Shut. The. Door.”
The door shut—hard.
“Asshole,” Godric muttered.
I rolled over under him and peered up into the most striking eyes. I smiled with true delight. “Well, big man, it’s been fun.”
“It has.” His head tilted and his tawny curls ran over his shoulder. “I’d like to see you again. Would you consider taking a vacation to New City soon? I could come here, but it would be with all the guards.”
I lifted my left hand and ran the pads of my fingers over his shoulder, his tan skin like silk, absently twirling his hair around my fingers. After a moment of thought, I decided to tell the truth.
“I’m going to New City tonight.”
He was corporate. That was where the top corporations were headquartered. Essentially, I was telling him that I wouldn’t mind seeing him again, too. This test drive had been a success in my book.
His brows rose, but he didn’t comment on my destination. He merely lifted my arm with my silver bracelet and touched his bracelet against mine, stating loudly for his device, “Order: exchange number. Name: Poppy Bree.”
Golden eyes flicked to mine, waiting for me.
I paused a second, making him wait before I spoke loudly, “Order: exchange number. Name: Godric Leon.”
Our bracelets shone white for a moment, the information transferring. We lowered our arms when it was done, the glow diminished.
Godric leaned down and kissed my cheek with soft lips and brushed his fingers gently over the bruises on my wrists caused by his earlier restraining hold, a tender but silent apology. Then he shoved off the bed and grabbed his suit pants from the floor. I rolled on my side and watched as he stuffed his legs into them, zipping and buttoning.
