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She looks doubtful. “Really?”
“Scout’s honor.” I give her the Vulcan hand signal. She doesn’t know the fucking difference.
“Fine.”
“Are your finger guns ready?”
She heaves a breath, holds up her finger guns and gives me a sarcastic head jerk. “Happy?” I almost lose it when she actually holsters them. Cam turns his head to hide his smile and even Jake’s lips curl.
“Yes. Thank you. So…There once was a man from Gent. Whose dick was so long that it bent. To save him some trouble, he folded it double and instead of coming he went.”
Cam shoots up the car. Jake lifts a glass. I look over my shoulder at Ross who gives me a thumbs up. Victoria is trying like hell not to laugh. And failing. With a resigned breath, she shoots her finger guns.
Me and Cam cheer. He points at Victoria. “Your finger guns are so fucking sexy.”
Then Victoria gives him a dreamy look and says, “I can’t wait to swallow your cock.”
Wait.
What?
Just…where the hell did that come from?
Awkward silence.
Even Cam doesn’t know what to say. He does shift. And groan. Which makes it even more weird because now everyone in the car knows he has a hard-on.
“Mr. Swagger.” Ross announces our arrival and quickly closes the partition as the car slows to a stop. Poor guy. It’s going to take forever to drive across town to Cam’s place in this weather.
“Don’t fuck in my car, Cam. I mean it,” Jake says, just as the door opens. I think I hear Ross mumble a thank you, but I can’t be sure.
Jake helps me out and holds my hand as we enter the lobby. But he releases me once we’re inside. “We got it, Alfred.” He lifts his glass to him and Alfred nods.
“Have a good night sir.”
Jake’s voice is gravel. “I plan on it.”
Holy shit.
What does that mean?
He keeps a respectable distance from me on the walk to the elevator. Once inside the box of death, I stand in one corner while he stays in the other. I hum my elevator song. It’s all off key because I’m so distracted by the sexual chemistry thrumming between us and all the sexy questions in my head.
Is he going to fuck me?
Will we do it all night?
Like six times?
Just like in the books? Even though we’re both buzzed and nobody wants to wake up at four in the morning with a hangover and sticky thighs to satiate their insatiable desires?
I follow him to the door of his apartment. He opens it and steps back, motioning me inside. My hands fidget with the fur on my coat. Afraid I might pluck the damn thing bald, I take it off and lay it over the chair. Then I walk to the windows. Because I need a distraction. That doesn’t help. I just feel like I’m in a bubble.
Bubble.
Bubble gum.
Juicy fruit.
Winterfresh.
Doublemint.
“That’s the statement of the greatment in doublemint gum.”
I river dance a one-eighty until my back is to the window. I had a great finishing move but Jake isn’t wearing his jacket. His bow tie is off. The first three buttons of his shirt open. And thank you, tuxedo gods, he’s not wearing that weird back brace thing.
“So it wasn’t just the hallway, I see. You say weird shit all the time, don’t you?”
“Yeah. I kinda do. That. A lot. Especially when I’m nervous.”
He walks toward me. Slow. Predatory.
Breathe.
Swallow.
Pull it together.
“Are you nervous, Penelope?”
My back hits the wall of glass behind me. He cages me in. One arm braced on the window beside my head as he stares down at me. I can smell the whiskey on his breath. My eyes fall to the glass and he lifts it to my lips. I take a sip.
“That’s disgusting,” I say, trying to keep from choking on the liquid fire scorching my throat.
His lips curl. “I asked if you were nervous.”
“N-no. I’m not nervous. Uh-uh. Nope.”
“Your pulse tells a different story.” He traces my throat with his finger.
“Must be the whiskey.”
Heart! Stop beating so hard!
“Did you like when I kissed you, Penelope?”
Why does he say my name like that? Like it’s dirty talk. Like we’re in the bedroom and he whispers in my ear, “Take your panties off.”
I shiver.
“I’m going to assume that is a yes.”
“Yes. It’s a yes. I liked it. It was good. Great…good. Yeah.”
“Hmm.” He drags his finger down the center of my chest. The bottom of the glass in his hand sliding over the side of my exposed breast making me squirm. He finishes off the last of the whiskey and sets the glass on the table beside us.
He leans in. His eyes move from my eyes to my lips. Back and forth. Back and forth. “Can I kiss you?”
I nod so hard the back of my head hits the glass. I don’t even feel it.
