Page 91 of Final Proposal

Another kiss.

Another slide of his hands to squeeze my ass.

“Am I doing a good job of it?”

“I’m not completely distracted yet. I’m noticing that the grout line over there has a void spot between the fourth and fifth tiles.”

His hand slides inside the waistband of my jeans and heads straight for that ache. “Void spots are a travesty.”

I bite back a gasp as his fingers find my clit and slide into the wetness beneath.

“And the toilet needs to be reset. It’s not perfectly level. Sitting on an uneven toilet is uncomfortable.”

“Details. You’re so good at noticing them.” He nips my earlobe as his fingers tuck inside of me.

I’m helpless to my moan. There’s no fighting that as he hits that rough patch of nerves inside.

“That sound says you’re distracted now,” he says and then runs the tip of his tongue down my neck.

“The shower enclosure needs to be caulked in the far right corner.”

A lick of his tongue up my neck. “I know what else can be cocked.”

I laugh.

It turns into a mewl as I sag against him, fingernails digging into his biceps and forehead resting on his chest, as pleasure begins to build. As the coil twists tighter. As his harsh breaths and attentive hand bring me to the brink and then push me over the edge without any goddamn warning.

“Jesus, Ford,” I pant as my body absorbs the wave of sensations he just provoked. “What was that for?”

“I had to convince you why it was worth it to move into my humble abode.” He winks.

I swat at him as my breathing evens out.

“Sinclair?” a voice calls out down the hallway as the two of us jump apart.

“I thought everyone was gone,” Ford says as he removes his hand from between my thighs and I quickly button up my pants.

“I did too,” I whisper-yell.

“Ellery?” the voice calls again, closer.

“This bathroom smells of sex,” Ford says, looking around as if that’s going to help rid it of the scent of my arousal.

“Great. Good. Why don’t we get out of here so whoever that is doesn’t come in here?”

Ford pushes at my back. “You go first.”

“Yes. Great. Hi, whoever you are with the post-orgasm flush on my cheeks.”

He starts laughing. Isn’t that all we can do at this point?

“Well, I have you on my hand, so I’m no help getting rid of the sex smell.” His grin says he’s enjoying this.

“I’m in here,” I yell out from the suite, pushing Ford behind the bathroom door and out of sight just as Roddy passes.

“Oh, there you are,” he says, stopping and studying me with an odd look on his face. “You okay? You look kind of—”

“I was just making a punch list for this bathroom. Hot flashes hit at the strangest times.” I wave a hand in front of my face to sell the lie. “Want to walk to the next one with me?”