“Are you kidding?” he says without looking away from the road. “She would’ve flipped out and snuck into my bag.”
The visual pops into my head, making me laugh.
“I told her we had a work thing, and she quickly lost interest,” he says. “We’ll bring back Levain cookies and all will be right in her world.”
“That’s my girl.” The words slip out, dripping with adoration, before I can think them through.
Shit. Heart in my throat, I busy myself with the air vents, too afraid to look at Asher.
He clears his throat and rests a hand on my leg, his warm touch putting me at ease. “So. What’s the plan for this evening?”
I pull my phone from my purse and navigate to my latest text thread.
“My brother and Joey will meet us at my place, then we need to get supplies to decorate the honeymoon suite for Millie and Ezra. Wanna come?”
He squeezes my thigh. “Sure, sounds fun.”
Like he’s going to pull away, he loosens his hold. But before he can, I rest my hand on top of his and finally peer over at him. The grin he gives me in return lights me up from the inside out. We remain like this until we pull into the parking garage at my family’s hotel.
The elevator doors close behind us, and as I’m about to scan my card for the penthouse, a thought occurs to me. One I should have already considered. “Did you, um, need to check in, or…”
We haven’t discussed where he’d stay. It’s been such a whirlwind since Millie and Ezra called that there hasn’t been time to contemplate sleeping arrangements. Maybe he’s staying with his parents?
“Oh, I…” He steps forward, trapping me against the metal wall. It’s cool against my back, where a sliver of skin is exposed above the waistband of my leggings. “I was hoping we could have a sleepover.”
A shiver runs through me.
He parts my legs with his knee, igniting a spark deep within my core.
“Is that so?” I whisper against his jaw.
“Mmm,” he hums. “Though I doubt there will be much sleeping.”
Just as he nips at my earlobe, the elevator doors open, revealing a middle-aged couple and a teenage boy.
I jump like I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar, but Asher only shifts his weight and tucks me into his side, discreetly adjusting his junk in the process. The trio steps into the stainless-steal box, and the man presses the button for their floor. I pass Asher my key card. He taps it against the sensor, and we ride up in awkward silence. Only once the elevator has stopped, the family has stepped out, and the doors have slid shut again, do we break into a fit of laughter.
It only takes a moment to make it up to the penthouse, and as soon as my front door clicks closed, he hoists me up by the back of my thighs and pins me against the door.
With a sigh, I drop my head back against the surface and lock my ankles around his waist.
He covers my mouth with his, and when I slip my tongueinside, he groans against my lips. “Mmm. I love the way you taste.” He grinds his hips into me.
I tug at his hair with one hand, the other clutching the back of his neck. He’s hard now when he thrusts against my pelvis, the friction lighting up my nerve endings. His sense of urgency flatters me to my core. Literally.
We haven’t made it any further than that when there’s a knock on my door. We startle and freeze, and when Cam calls out to me from the other side of the door, the high I’m riding comes crashing down.
Big brothers are such big cockblocks.
Asher steadies me on my feet with a disappointed sigh, and I fan my face. He adjusts himselfagain, the best he can, then reaches for the doorknob.
“Wait,” I whisper. “They can’t know about us, remember? Act normal.” I fuss with his hair. “And try to be less sexy.”
He huffs a laugh.
On an exhale, I open the door. Cam immediately steps inside and yanks me in for a hug. “I missed you, kid.”
“I missed you too,” I reply, then hug his fiancée. “It’s so good to see you.”
