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He’s not going far. And that’s the only place Pamela could be. Maybe Cam, too. Hidden on one of those islands.
I’m about to ask Silas because he knows the terrain even better, but heavy footsteps clip down the hall, headed this way.
Shit, we’re gonna get caught.
“Come here.” I yank Silas into my arms and plant a kiss on his lips.
It’s a ruse at first, a desperate act so we won’t get busted…
And then it’s more.
It’s the satin of his lips sliding over mine. It’s the grab of his hands, pulling my neck and my body into his. And I match it, weaving my hands through his hair and yanking the lapel of his suit to where there’s no space between us.
The moan that escapes our throats when our tongues touch. It’s tentative at first, searching for more until we both take the other and give into this desire, and it flames my sex. He groans into my mouth, tangling with my tongue, and my desire puddles in my panties when I feel him grind his hard cock into me.
Oh fuck, he’s so big and good at this.
Silas wraps around me like a silk rope, and I crave the confinement. I want to let go, to let him try to heal me, to let him fuck me so hard against these bookshelves; all my pain gone. I’ve wondered about him for so long.
“Good God, Cade.” He murmurs into our kiss, and I forget everything but his mouth on mine, his body craving mine, his thick cock…
“Ahem.” It startles us, and I don’t know why. “Making yourselves at home?”
Standing on the threshold, Gentry looks half pissed, half aroused. I can see his small pleasure tenting his pants at our show.
“Excuse us.” Silas takes over. “We just wanted a little privacy and got carried away, New Year’s Eve and all.”
“Well, the ball doesn’t drop for five minutes, but be my guest,” Gentry smirks. “Who am I to stop a Van de May man from what he wants?”
“Right now, we want another round of champagne,” Silas answers, reaching for my hand and trying to get us out of this.
“By all means.” Gentry doesn’t move. “It’s uncanny, Ms. Bryant, isn’t it”—his eyes burn into mine—“how much Mr. Van de May looks like Redix Dean? Must make this quite titillating for you.”
Sweat slicks my palm, along with my rage boiling up. There’s a letter opener on Gentry’s desk that’ll look really good stabbed into his neck… twenty times.
“Thank you. I get that compliment a lot.” Silas saves me. “Mr. Dean and I do have some beautiful things in common. But in other ways, we’re very different.”
Silas uses his height, his status, and his fearless swagger to push our way past Gentry.
Finally, the evil fuck steps aside and lets us pass, but not before Silas says, “Redix and I may look alike, Senator, but I assure you, we don’t fuck alike.”
Who that was meant for, I don’t know, but I love hearing Silas own it. I’m tired of the comparison, too. Redix is a fire, and Silas is a refreshing breeze. Both are needed, but I only have one right now.
Our kiss still tingles on my lips while I’m in a daze, and the main living room is packed with society rubbing shoulders. The flatscreen above the fireplace is ticking down to New Year’s, and so is my heart.
I don’t feel guilty. I don’t feel shame. I don’t belong to anyone, but I want to kiss Silas again. I want to feel better.
We don’t grab more champagne. Instead, Silas gently grabs my jaw in his hands while the crowd shouts down, “Five! Four!”
And his eyes search mine. “Three! Two!”
And I don’t look away. “One!” I need this new year.
His lips land on mine again, and the crowd cheers while my body rises to his. The tips of our tongues meet again, and minutes don’t exist. Painful years and sweet days melt away to his lush kiss, swelling my heart even bigger.
Yes, I have a lot of love to give, and he wants it. Skating his hot lips to my ear, he asks, “You ready to go forward, Cade?”
My eyes are still closed, and I see it. I hold Redix with one hand and Silas with another. And fuck you, Fate, and this world with its rules because you’ve taken enough from me.
