Page 75 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

“She’s in the backseat with Sarah. I’m taking her home.”

“I’m on my way.” I’m already moving. “You get the guy’s name?”

“No. The security guard had already kicked him out before I knew what happened.”

I exhale. “You’re slipping, Luca.”

I end the call before he can say anything else. My fingers are already dialing Marco. He answers on the second ring, voice rough with sleep.

“Boss?”

“Get the car. We’re headed back. Meet me in front.”

There’s a beat, then movement on his end, the sound of sheets shifting, something being knocked out of place.

“Yes, Boss.”

Twenty minutes later, I’m in the passenger seat, the city sliding past. My hands flex against my thighs, tension building with nowhere to go. I pull out my phone and call her.

“Hi,” she says, her voice too bright. I know she’s forcing it.

“Doll, are you okay?”

“Did Luca call you?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say, my voice tightening. “Now answer my question.”

“I’m fine. Really.”

“I’m headed to you,” I say.

“Michael, you don’t have to do that. Santa Barbara is two hours away.”

“Doll, I’m coming whether you like it or not,” I say, softer now.

She’s quiet for a second.

Then, barely above a breath, “I want you to.”

It’s past one when Marco drops me off. I tell him to head back to the estate, to handle my meetings tomorrow, that I’ll call him in the morning. He doesn’t say anything, but the look he gives me sticks for a second before he pulls away. He doesn’t know who his boss is anymore.

By the time I reach her door, it’s already opening. She’s in pajama shorts and a loose t-shirt, her curls piled on top of her head. She smiles when she sees me. I don’t stop. I step into her space and pull her into my arms. She leans into me.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” she says.

I slide my arm under her legs and lift her. She gasps, her arms coming up around my neck. My other hand settles at her back as I carry her inside, locking the door behind me.

I don’t stop until I get to her room, the door shutting behind us. I set her down on the bed, her body easing into the mattress. She smiles up at me as I pull off my shirt and step out of my pants. My boxers stay on, the fabric tight around my hardening cock.

I climb on top of her, the bed shifting under me. My hand goes to the back of her neck, holding her there as I lean in close, our breaths mixing.

“Just couldn’t stay away, could you?” she says, her blue eyes staring right into mine.

I don’t say anything. My mouth presses down on hers. She sighs against me. I lower my body onto hers, my chest against her breasts, my cock straining against the boxers, rubbing against her leg through her sleep shorts. Her hands move up and down my back, nails scratching lightly, pulling me in tighter. She shifts her hips, pressing up against the bulge in my boxers, making me groan into her mouth.

She turns her head to the side, breaking our kiss with a soft gasp.

“Soon,” she murmurs, her voice husky. “I promise.”