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I knew I shouldn’t be using my words to arouse her, that I shouldn’t be standing this close, that I shouldn’t be touching her, like I was going to lift her out of her chair and wrap her in my arms, but I couldn’t help it.
There was something about Jovana Winters that made me want to do this.
That made me want to take her into the restroom and lock the door and fuck her against the wall. That made me want to then drive her to my place and strip her in the elevator and carry her inside my penthouse, where I’d sink into her tightness the moment we got inside, guaranteeing we’d both come again.
And again.
But I also knew that the eyes in this room were on me. I could feel them, and that was only going to help me and make this situation even more rewarding.
Jovana turned her head, causing our lips to align. She glanced at my mouth before my eyes. “You’re not going to win this round. I assure you.”
“You assure me, huh? But I’ve already won.” I smiled. “One year is a long time to go without fucking. If you can handle the physical aspects without getting emotionally attached, I see no reason to keep our hands off each other. So, let me throw something out there for you to ponder. I know I’d love to ravish you, to make you feel incredible; I just don’t want you to fall for me. If you can promise me that, then we have ourselves a deal.” I closed the distance between us and breathed her in as my lips smashed against hers, my hand clamped on her neck, making sure she didn’t pull away.
She didn’t even attempt to.
Fuck, she tasted just the way I remembered.
Sweet.
Delicious.
Perfection.
I circled my tongue around hers, taking one final lap, and gradually pulled away.
Her eyes were slow to open, her skin the most flushed it had been all night.
I didn’t want her to know how much I enjoyed this. How I would jerk off to this kiss when I was finally home and far away from her.
Those thoughts were staying vaulted.
Instead, I’d remind her of why we were here. The sterile technicalities of this arrangement.
I licked her off my lips as I pulled away and said, “First assignment—check. Now, let’s eat so I can drop you off at home.”
CHAPTER TEN
Jovana
Date two was coming to a close, and my heart was pounding even harder than when Grayson had driven me home from the sushi restaurant, where I’d eaten the best food of my entire life. Tonight had been Italian, and I’d never had pasta like that before. We’d eaten at a place in the North End that had a line out the door. Grayson took me straight inside, bypassing at least ten people standing in the rain. He smiled at the hostess, who greeted him by name, and we were seated at a table by the window, one reserved just for him even though the restaurant didn’t take reservations.
I was learning what power looked like in all forms.
Grayson’s was certainly impressive.
So was the way he kissed me, which happened seconds before he reached into the bread basket for a halved baguette. Soon after we finished our first glass of wine, his lips found mine again, and I could taste the burgundy on his tongue. The third time took place when we stood from the table to exit the restaurant. His arms briefly wrapped around me, and our bodies pressed together even after his mouth left mine.
He wanted us to be seen.
He’d accomplished that during both outings.
He wanted our dates to leave a lasting impression. If the other diners at these restaurants weren’t convinced, then they just didn’t believe in love. From the outside looking in, there may as well have been a camera in our faces and a script memorized in our heads.
We were that freaking good.
At least for me, that was because on the inside, every bit that was coming out was real. The tidbits of myself I revealed during conversation, the expression when I looked at him, the passion I put behind my kissing—that was my honest, raw emotion. Would I be able to be physical with him without falling harder? Could I give him my body without my heart?
Could I be intimate without being consumed by love?
