“Didn’t go so well?”
Rudy returned with a small box and handed it to Alex.
“Ah, Ms. Knight,” he said. “I have a couple of packages for you too. One’s quite heavy. Shall I bring them up?”
“I can carry it,” Alex offered.
“I’ll take ’em now, Rudy. Thanks.”
The doorman left again, returning a second later with two more boxes. Julia took them and thanked him.
“Trade me,” Alex said, taking her packages and handing her his. “Mine’s light.”
They got into the elevator, and she pushed the button for the fifteenth floor.
“So, you wanna talk about it?” Alex asked.
“The packages?” she said. “Probably samples of stuff from someone wanting me to plug their product on my channel.”
He shook his head. “I meant the date.”
“Oh,” she laughed. “The packages are likely more interesting, but sure. I was supposed to meet a widower with a three-year-old daughter, but he had to postpone. The guy tonight was a last-minute thing. He’s a banker who said he loved kids, but over dinner told me he shipped all of his off to boarding school and hasn’t talked to them since.”
“How old is he?”
“Old enough to have three young adult kids who don’t want anything to do with him.”
“So, no second date I take it?”
They exited the elevator and walked to her door. She opened it, and he followed her in, setting her packages on the kitchen table. She took off her coat and closed the door. “No. I’m sorry I wasted time with one.”
“Where’s Cal?” Alex asked.
“My mom’s back, and he’s with her,” she said. “This is our usual weekend thing. She watches him from Saturday afternoon till Sunday evening. I go out on Saturday and record on Sunday.”
“It’s quiet without him.” There was some sexual tension that he didn’t know what to do with. Just as he thought about leaving, she shot him a look that chased away the tiredness and rooted him in place.
She dropped his package next to hers on the table and leapt into his arms. He caught her effortlessly, and they came together fiercely, mouths fused in a ridiculously erotic kiss.
“You sure about this?” he asked, walking toward the bedroom.
“Shut up and do me,” she said.
Well, all right then.
At the threshold of her bedroom door, he set her down. She broke the kiss long enough to yank his shirt off over his head before doing the same with her own. They kicked off their shoes and socks while still trying to make out.
Taking her hand, he led her to the bed and sat, pulling her between his legs. He kissed her slowly and thoroughly. Her soft hands glided over his arms and chest. When she went lower and rubbed him through his jeans, he bit back a moan. Smiling, she undid the top button of his pants and then, at a maddeningly slow pace, finished the job.
He slipped a hand around her back and unhooked her bra. It dropped to the floor as he took a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking until she arched into him involuntarily. Slender fingers laced through his hair and held his head in place. He moved to the other breast, and her head fell back.
“Oh, God,” she sighed.
He helped her out of her slacks and shucked his own, his dick throbbing with want.
“Holy crap,” she said, touching him tentatively.
“I really hope you mean that in a good way,” he said, sliding his hand up her thigh.
