This isn’t part of the job.
This is real.
“Yes,” I whisper, the word catching on my breath. “God, yes.”
His lips crash down on mine before I can say anything else.
Chapter 16
Bradley
Hegotaroom.Sneaky little devil, and I’m loving every minute of it.
“Let’s go,” he growls against my lips, biting down on my lip and tugging on it before letting go.
God, that one little act has my body heated and my cock hardening.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” My voice is almost giddy, eager for what’s to come.
Jefferson slips his arm around my waist, the tips of his fingers pressing firmly against me as we walk hip to hip toward the elevator.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I already had them deliver some wine to our room.”
“How did you know I’d say yes?”
“Took a lucky shot that you would. If you’d turned me down, I would’ve just gone up alone, cracked open the bottle, and jacked off in a hotel robe.”
The smartass in me can’t help but come back to that, especially when he left himself wide open.
“So you were planning on getting lucky either way tonight.”
Jefferson halts quickly, thankfully holding on to me, so when I stumble, he’s able to catch me and keep me upright.
“Fuck, no.” I can feel the panic in his voice wafting off him. “I didn't think about it looking like that. We don't have to do anything other than talk. It’s just been a while since I've had this much fun out on a, well, for lack of a better word, date. If you don't want to, I can take you home.”
My heart softens instantly. He’s nervous. He cares.
“What room are we in?” I ask, my tone making it clear I’m not going anywhere but up with him.
“Six twenty three,” he announces before tugging me toward the elevator, pressing the button once we reach it.
I look around, noticing the hustle and bustle in the lobby. It's late. Are all these people from the charity event? Are they having a booty call just like me? I can't help but chuckle.
“What's so funny?” Jefferson's husky voice whispers just as the doors open and we step inside.
“Nothing,” I lie.
“Why do I feel that's not the truth?”
Because it's not, maybe. Do I even want to tell him why I was so amused? Will he even understand the weird ass brain I have and how quickly it can spiral?
“Bradley,” he growls.
The elevator doors are barely closed before he’s pressing me against the wall, the soft thud of my body against the panel muffled by the hum of the machinery. The only sound filling the air is the low whir as the tiny metal box ascends and our heavy breathing.
“What was so funny?” His warm breath floats across my lips.
My breath hitches, excited about his show of dominance. “It’s nothing, really.” I stumble across the words. “I was justwondering if all the people in the lobby were about to have a booty call like me.” I giggle. “Like us.”
