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“They aren’t mine. They’re Everly’s.” She hiccuped, and it was the cutest sound I’d ever heard. “Were supposed to be Everly’s, but she never—” She waved her hand in front of her face. “It’s a long story.”
Too much information.
“I think I’ve proven on more than one occasion that I don’t need sex toys in order to get you off.” I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling her forward so that our lower bodies pressed together. “In fact, I know I’ve proven it. So if you’re looking for me to get really freaky, there’s only one question.”
She looked up at me and cocked her head to the side. “What’s that?”
“Does that bag have any bedtime stories?”
She burst out laughing. I placed my palm over her mouth, stifling her laughter.
“Things are about to get real freaky, Grace.” I replaced my hand with my lips and kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth without apology.
When I pulled away, she panted heavily, her chest heaving, and her fingers dug into my forearms. “Promise?”
Chapter 16
Grace
I had invited Ben to my office for lunch so we could go over his talk in a more conducive setting. Meaning, a place where it was guaranteed we wouldn’t be naked before he got to the second bullet point on his cheat sheet.
He’d dropped me off at the front of the building and parked the car underground. I hadn’t even managed to make it to my office when Marta cornered me in the client waiting area.
“Office Ass decided to grace us with his presence today, and it’s not even Friday.”
I froze. I didn’t want Ben here at all while Office Ass—Scott—was in the building. I didn’t want any ties to my past popping up when it came to Ben, not after I saw how he’d reacted when Johnnie New York had shown up at the party.
I paused. Wasn’t it just the other day that I didn’t want any indication of my past popping up at work? And now here I was, bringing Ben to the scene. Funny how my mindset had changed since…
Since we’d had sex. Since he’d given me flowers. Since I’d realized he was not the man I had thought he was.
When I noticed Marta smiling wide and blatantly ogling someone over my shoulder, I focused on the present. “Grace, a guy just walked off the elevator, and he is smokin’ ho— Oh, shit.” She crouched and hid behind me. “He’s looking over here.”
I knew it was Ben. Smokin’ hot and male. Were there any other three words on the planet that described him?
She continued to stare, peeking around my body. “Oh. My. God. He just leaned on the reception desk.” Her face flushed, turning beet red. “Shit. I made eye contact.” She stifled a groan, her head craning up to look at me. “I think I just came.”
I choked out a laugh and finally turned, taking in the beauty of Ben Lockwood.
“He’s looking at you.” She stepped up to me, resting her chin on my shoulder. “Like if his eyes were lasers, you’d be cut to shit right now.”
He glanced up from charming the pants off the receptionist and our eyes locked. He straightened then sauntered over to where Marta and I were standing, a bag of takeout in his hand. Today he wore jeans. And I was never happier to see him so casual. The contrast between him and every other man in this office, in this whole building, was starkly apparent. And somehow I loved it. He was the exact opposite of everything I was looking for, but so far, no man in a suit had ever made my stomach flutter, my heart palpitate, and my loins quiver. Despite being so casual, he still looked like he’d just stepped out of the pages of GQ.
“It just got damn hot in here.” Marta waved her hand in front of her face like a fan. “Never in my life have I seen anything like this.” We were standing shoulder to shoulder now and I looked over, giggling at her expression of pure disbelief. “The air is literally crackling with sexual tension. Look.” She pointed to nothing but the space in front of us. “Look at the sparks.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my mouth. “Shut up.”
She turned to me, her face serious. “Do you know him?”
I nodded, just a little, not wanting to give away to Ben the fact that I might actually be talking about him.
She cocked her hip and crossed her arms over her chest. “Have you screwed him?”
I lowered my eyes, but nodded again.
She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed. “Lucky bitch.”
I let out a heavy breath. “You have no idea.”
