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Hurry up, Thompson.
I can practically hear him growling the words and I smile to myself in the crowded car. The subway is busy with stragglers who were out enjoying one of the last warm weekends before fall turns from crisp to cold. Even on a Sunday night, people are weird and wonderful here. I fucking love New York. And here I am, going to meet my boss at the office. I feel like I have a delicious secret.
The hallways are dark when I arrive, but Jonah’s door is open, golden light spilling out. The office is creepy at night, and I rush toward his door. I come to a stop in the doorway, taking him in. Black sweatshirt, hood up, silky black shorts riding high on his thighs. He’s lounging in the chair like a king in his kingdom, legs sprawled, eyes hooded. A tumbler of whiskey is in his hand, a bottle sitting on the desk.
“Hi.” My pulse speeds at the way his dark gaze rakes over me. “You needed something?”
“You,” he says roughly. “Come here.”
Anticipation is a rush of blood to my head. I shed my coat, loving the way he watches me from his seat.
“You called me here for sex? That seems unlike you.” I walk toward him, feeling confident and sexy under his gaze in a way I never did with my ex.
“Not sex.” His eyes flare as I stand in front of him. “I just wanted to see you.”
Something funny worms its way into my chest. “Yeah?” My lips curve up. “What have you been doing? Why are you here?”
He sets his whiskey on the desk and tugs me onto his lap. The chair is big enough for both of us, with my knees around his hips, my skirt hiked up around my waist, his nose almost touching mine. And damn, I know he didn’t call me here for sex, but his thin shorts hide nothing and his cock is already half-hard under me. I want to wiggle down onto him and hear his breath hitch, but his hand on my hip stops me.
“I was trying to review something. We had fight night earlier. And I drank a fair amount of whiskey.”
“Only you would work drunk.” I shake my head. “And fight night? What’s that?”
“It’s a tradition Theo invented. When one of us has something on our minds, we box. Fight night.” He says it like it’s perfectly normal.
“You’re deranged,” I whisper. I run my fingers through his hair, and his lids drop closed. His hair is silky-soft, thick and waving. “Did you win?”
“Not sure.” He lets out a soft groan as my nails scratch his scalp.
“That seems unlike you as well. You always know who comes out ahead.”
“Hmm.” His mouth curves up at the side. “You know me so well, Thompson. How?”
“I’ve watched you for a long time,” I say softly. “I know you hate it.” Before he can respond and I can be hurt by his comment, I run a finger along his jaw. “What’s this?” Dried blood on his skin, a small cut.
“Hmm?” He sounds half-asleep, his eyes shut, his breaths even.
“You have a cut.”
“Oh, that. Andrew clipped me in the jaw. He’s new. Kept forgetting we’re not allowed to punch above the neck. You’re responsible for that rule, by the way.”
“I am?”
“Yeah.” He smiles faintly. I’ve never seen him smile so much and it does something funny to my stomach. “Do you remember taking a photo of me with a black eye?”
I groan. “That was from fight night?” Embarrassment courses through me. I took a bunch of photos of Jonah that morning, with his ball cap pulled low, his bruise a spectacular color that matched the faded purple-blue fabric of his hat. I implied all manner of things about him in that article, speculating he got into a bar fight, or worse.
“Yeah.” His eyes open, still hazy and half-lidded. “We decided it was best to keep things secret after that. Wouldn’t want the paparazzi in our business.” He squeezes my hip, a warning maybe, or affection. Hard to tell.
“Let me bandage you up.”
“It’s small, Thompson. I’m fine.”
“I want to help you.” My fingers trail over his jaw. His skin is soft and stubbled, scented like citrus body products and sweat. If I licked him, he would taste delicious. I shiver slightly, before I clamber off his lap. “Consider it my apology for the photos and the article.”
“First aid kit is in the bathroom.”
“You have a bathroom in your office?” He nods, gesturing at a handle that I assumed was for a cabinet, but no, the wood panel opens into a hidden bathroom, complete with a massive shower, a changing area, a toilet, and a sink.
