setting it down beside me. I could see that he’d written his home and cel phone numbers on the back. “I feel stupid asking this question considering our present conversation, but I need your cel phone number.”
“Oh.” I forcibly dragged my thoughts out of the bedroom. “I have to get one first. It’s on my to-do list.”
“What happened to the phone you were texting with last week?”
My nose wrinkled. “My mother was using it to track my movements around the city. She’s a tad…
overprotective.”
“I see.” He brushed the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “That’s what you were talking about when you said your mom is stalking you.”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
“Okay, then. We’l take care of the phone after work before we head to the gym. It’s safer for you to have one. And I want to be able to cal you whenever I feel like it.”
I set down the quarter of my burger that I couldn’t eat, and wiped my hands and mouth. “That was delicious. Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.” He leaned over me and pressed his lips briefly to mine. “Do you need to use the washroom?”
“Yes. I need my toothbrush from my purse, too.” A few minutes later, I found myself standing in a washroom hidden behind a door that blended seamlessly with the mahogany paneling behind the flat screens. We brushed our teeth side by side at the double sink vanity, our gazes meeting in our mirrored reflections. It was such a domestic,
“I’l take you back down,” he said, crossing his office to the coatrack.
I fol owed him, but veered off when we reached his desk. I went to it and put my hand on the clear space in front of his chair. “Is this where you are most of the day?”
“Yes.” He shrugged into his jacket and I wanted to bite him, he looked so delectable.
Instead, I hopped up to sit directly in front of his chair. According to my watch I had five minutes. Barely enough time to get back to work, but stil . I couldn’t resist exercising my new rights. I pointed at his chair.
“Sit.”
His brows rose, but he came over without argument and settled graceful y into the seat.
I spread my legs and crooked my finger. “Closer.” He rol ed forward, fil ing the space between my thighs. He wrapped his arms around my hips and looked up at me. “One day soon, Eva, I’m going to fuck you right here.”
“Just a kiss for now,” I murmured, bending forward to take his mouth. With my hands on his shoulders for balance, I licked across his parted lips; then slipped inside and teased him with gentleness.
Groaning, he deepened the kiss, eating at my mouth in a way that made me achy and wet.
“One day soon,” I repeated against his lips, “I’m going to kneel beneath this desk and suck you off.
Maybe while you’re on the phone playing with your mil ions like Monopoly. You, Mr. Cross, wil pass Go and col ect your two hundred dol ars.”
His mouth curved against mine. “I can see how this is going to go. You’re going to make me lose my mind coming everywhere I can in your tight, sexy body.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Angel, I’m salivating.”
I was bemused by the endearment, although I liked its sweetness. “Angel?”
He hummed a soft assent and kissed me.
I couldn’t believe what a difference an hour made. I left Gideon’s office in a completely different frame of mind than when I’d entered it. The feel of his hand at the smal of my back made my body hum with anticipation rather than the misery I’d felt on the way in.
I waved bye to Scott and smiled brightly at the unsmiling receptionist.
“I don’t think she likes me,” I told Gideon, as we waited for the elevator.
“Who?”
“Your receptionist.”
He glanced over that way and the redhead beamed at him.
“Wel ,” I murmured. “She likes you.”
“I guarantee her paychecks.”
My mouth curved. “Yes, I’m sure that’s what it is. It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with you being the sexiest man alive.”
“Am I now?” He caged me to the wal and burned me with a searing gaze.
I set my hands against his abdomen, licking my lower lip when I felt the hard ridges of muscle tighten under my touch. “Just an observation.”
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