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“The builders should be done a few weeks before the start of the semester, so we’ve got a little wiggle room just in case,” the tour guide says, flashing Oz a smile. “Of course, I don’t know if you were looking for reassurance that your daughter wouldn’t be able to spend her whole student loan on getting drunk in the first month, haha!”
I’m slightly behind him when it happens, and I see Oz’s shoulders stiffen. Daughter. That tour guide thinks that Oz is my Dad.
I step up beside him, deliberately taking his hand, lacing our fingers together. “Do you have a daughter I don’t know about, honey?” I ask, making my tone as sugary sweet as possible.
Oz looks down at me, and for a second I see how troubled his eyes are. But then he catches onto what I’m doing and his expression clears. In fact, it goes right past clear and straight into a roguish grin. “Not that I know of, sugar.” He yanks me closer, slaps my ass, and then puts his arm around my hips for good measure.
The tour guide colors and stammers some kind of apology, and I don’t miss the fact that others in the group are watching us now with strange looks. Some of them, anyway. Some look amused. I’m sure it can’t have escaped everyone’s notice that we are pretty far from acting as though we’re related.
But still, I think it leaves a bitter taste in Oz’s mouth. I think it bothers him. And that upsets me.
“You know it doesn’t bother me, right?” I murmur when the tour is over and the others are starting to disperse.
He looks down at me in surprise. “What?”
“The age thing.” I squeeze his hand a little more tightly. After that incident, we ended up walking hand in hand the rest of the way. “I don’t care what people think.”
He nods, smiles, even though it looks stretched a little tight. “I know. I just found it a little… jarring.”
“I know what you mean,” I assure him. “But people are stupid. I don’t have a problem with idiots assuming things about me. They’re going to anyway. And what they assume doesn’t reflect anything about me at all.”
He stops dead in the street, which makes me almost stumble when I turn to see what’s wrong. Did I say the wrong thing?
But he just grabs my face in both of his hands and kisses me right there, then pulls away to look at me and shake his head in wonder. “You were right about being older than your years,” he says. “How did you get to be so… balanced?”
I chuckle. “I honestly don’t know,” I admit. Then I fix him with a flirty grin. “But if your old bones are up for it, I wouldn’t mind getting the chance to show you just how little I care about whether people think we’re right for each other.”
He licks his lips briefly in a way that suggests he really would be up for it, grabs my hand again, and starts walking me back towards the parking lot so fast it makes me squeal and laugh.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Oz
Back at the apartment, it’s as much as I can do to get the lift working, I’m already so hot for her. One more moment and I’m sure Ivan, the loyal and friendly doorman, would have seen a lot more than he bargained for. But the doors slide shut before the bulge in my pants becomes too obvious, and I end up launching myself at her, pushing her up against the mirrored wall to claim her mouth.
We stumble out of the lift on the penthouse floor, fingers already working at buttons and belts, and I somehow manage to unlock the door without injuring myself and also without even looking. Once inside with the door safely closed behind us, all caution is truly thrown to the wind.
I don’t care about how expensive our clothes are, about keeping them fresh and uncreased or even keeping them in one piece. I just want them off.
This time, there’s no slow and sensual undressing. No taking our time. We’re fighting to get each shred of fabric out of the way in between gasps for air and hungry kisses, our hands roaming each other’s bodies. It’s like I’ve awakened some kind of devil in her – a devil who I would very much allow to take full possession of my soul. She runs her hands all over me the way I did to her, but with urgency and passion like she needs to touch it all now and can’t wait.
When we’re both fully naked I grab her ass, cupping it, using it to lift her. She instinctively wraps her legs around me just like she did before, making me groan out loud as her hot, wet slit comes into contact with my achingly rock hard cock. She shifts her weight to kiss me, moving against me, and it’s almost too much to take.
