I gave a tiny sob. “I’ve fallen in love with you too.” I tried a smile. “I just can’t say it in French.”
“I’ll teach you,” his lips brushed mine. “You’ve turned me into such a hopeless fucking romantic.” And then he pushed me back against the soft leather and showed me just what he meant by that.
Chapter 13
Sasha Ramirez
Itiptoed down the hall and tapped lightly on the door, feeling a bit silly for trying to be quiet when I knew he’d have the headphones on again. He’d probably be listening to heavy metal – said it helped him think. I couldn’t imagine how. I swung the door open, grasping the coffee mug in one hand and a donut in the other. In the past week, I’d discovered that my man had a sweet tooth. He held it at bay, worried he’d lose the taut belly I’d grown to love. Damn, I loved everything about him. He’d conceded when I promised an hour of vigorous sex for every sweet treat.
“You can work it off,” I assured him. I was working up to four donuts a day.
“Babe?” I tapped his shoulder, and he lifted his head. A smile lit his face.
God, he’s beautiful.
He slid the headphones around his neck and reached up to remove his glasses, but I stopped him. I loved them on him. The bookish look worked on Prince Walker…Alec Walker. Hell, every look worked on him.
“I thought you might be hungry,” I said, offering the donut.
“I’m assuming this means you’re ‘hungry’ too?” he chuckled, taking a bite out of it.
“Well…” I dragged out the word. I couldn’t deny it. The man made me weak at the knees. We may have dropped the crazy rules about masturbating every day to keep me “prepped” for him, but just thinking about him made me touch myself. Thank God I had the real deal close at hand most of the time.
And he liked to work naked. So, of course, that’s how I’d arrived.
I ran a fingertip down his chest to his abs and flashed a look up at his face when he groaned. His smile was apologetic.
“God, Sweetness, you’re going to be the death of me. But I can’t.”
I pouted. “Just a quickie?”
He chuckled. “Andy will have my balls if I don’t get these specs to him this afternoon. And I know how much you love my balls.”
“More than anything,” I murmured, reaching down to cup them. “Look, you’re already halfway there.”
“Oh my God…” He was laughing at me now.
“Come on. I only need five minutes of your time.”
“That’s because you have youth on your side. I’m old, remember? I need hours of preparation.”
“Cut it out or I’ll knock your block off,” I threatened. My hand was still working its magic. “I could just…take a seat and watch you work.” I glanced down between us to the thickening shaft in my palm.Come to mama!
His breath shuddered out. “Sweet Jesus…” His voice was hoarse, and he reached for me, his hands sliding down my waist and over my hips. I’d almost managed to angle myself over him when the phone rang. “Ah, fuck!” he muttered. “Andy…” He rolled his eyes, and I heaved a sigh as I climbed off his lap.
“What do you want?” he barked into the phone. I’d turned and headed to the door, adding an exaggerated wiggle to my butt as I went. “I’m fine too, Andy,” he’d modulated his tone. “Uh…sure…” he said, then to me, “Andy says hi!”
“Hi, Andy!” I called over my shoulder as I left the room.
“No, I’m not telling her to put her clothes back on. I like her this way,” Prince was saying. I giggled. Prince’s partner had finally warmed to me – perhaps he appreciated my efforts to keep my man focused. And satisfied. He’d told me something of their plans for their new business and I was totally on board. If “Prince” Alec Walker needed anything at all to inspire him to create brilliance, I was going to make sure he got it.
I ambled back to the kitchen, took hold of the coffee mug I’d left on the counter and headed to living room to go through the finalized Ardmore contract my agent had sent through. They’d added some new endorsement spots and guest appearances, and it meant fee adjustments. I’d just pulled on a robe and settled onto the sofa to start reading when I noticed a piece of paper slipped beneath the front door. I frowned and got up to see what it was.
“Open the door” – the words were printed in thick marker. Dread surged. My hand shook as I reached for the handle.
Don’t open the door!Every instinct screamed at me. I’d seen enough of those films – the ones where the girl does that thing the entire audience knows will lead to her death. But I had to do it. Razortip told me not to ignore his messages ever again. I held my breath as the door swung open, exhaling when nothing happened as I looked out into the hallway.
But there was a box on the other side of the threshold. A small black gift box with a red satin ribbon tied around it.
