“I know.”
“And Priya is right on the other side of that door.”
I groaned and let my head fall back against the wall. “This is so unfair.”
“What is?”
“This. You. Us making out in a hallway when I really wish we had privacy.”
Chase pulled back, studying my face. “Privacy for what?”
Instead of answering, I reached down and grabbed his very obvious, very hard erection through his jeans.
Chase’s eyes went wide.
“I had plans for him tonight,” I said, giving him a gentle squeeze.
Chase’s eyebrows shot up toward his hairline.
“Oh,” he managed. “Oh. Really?”
“Fuck yes, really. I think it’s time we found out just how well you know how to use this thing.”
“That’s—” He cleared his throat and blinked. For once, I think the unflappable man was flustered. “That’s good to know.”
“Is it?”
“It’sverygood to know.” He was grinning now, that dazed but delighted expression that made me want to push him into my apartment and mark Priya’s couch in ways she could never erase. “I guess we need another date, then.”
“Yes, please.” My words came out pitiful and pleading.
Chase laughed—breathless and strangled. “Okay. Okay. Thursday?”
“Thursday’sdaysaway.”
“Aren’t you a needy little thing,” he said, though his voice was filled with warmth. “Unfortunately, it’s the soonest I can do. I have client meetings Wednesday night.”
“Fine. Thursday.” I gave his cock another squeeze and grinned. “I’m going to be thinking about this until then.”
“Good.” Chase kissed me again, quick and sweet. “He likes you almost as much as I do.”
“Okay. I’m going. But for Thursday, your place or mine?”
“Yours. Definitely yours. I had dreams about your kitchen counters . . . and the stairs . . . and thepatio out back.”
Chase laughed so hard he stumbled back. “You’re terrible.”
We stood there for another moment, neither of us quite ready to say goodbye.
“Text me when you get home?” I said.
“I will.”
“And drive safe.”
“I will.” He kissed me one more time. “Good night, Finn.”
“Good night, Chase.”
