Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Does he let me walk away? Of course, he doesn’t. I make it ten steps before he grabs me again, this time wrapping his arms low around my waist and pressing the front of my body to the brick wall facing the street.
He sucks in air, the long inhale making my skin flush in a way I can’t think about right now.
“What do you want?” The question sounds more like a plea than the anger I was going for, but I’m only human.
He smells amazing. The heat of his body against mine is the perfect replacement for the light jacket I managed to leave behind in my room when I left for work this morning.
“I’ve missed you.” His warm breath ghosts over my ear and cheek, minty and enticing.
“No,” I snap, making minimal effort to pull away from him. “You don’t get to miss me.”
“Miss you so much,” he whispers, his hips shifting to let me know which parts missed me.
“Enough,” I hiss.
I’ve let myself, in fits of despair, fantasize about what it would look like if we ever saw each other again, and him pushing his erection against my lower back after practically assaulting me on the street doesn’t come close.
It heats my body, no doubt, but I’m no longer a woman being controlled by her hormones. Just because I groan a little when his fingers flex against my hip means nothing, nothing at all.
“Let me go.” My stubbornness flares, the sane part of my brain reminding me that I deserve better than the scraps he dished my way before leaving me asleep with part of him left inside of me at that hotel in New York.
Surprisingly, he takes several steps back, and I manage to ignore the cold that replaces his heat at my back when I turn and start walking again.
He doesn’t grab me again. He doesn’t open his mouth to suggest finding a spot to take care of the problem in his pants. He walks me to the front door of the hotel, stopping short of following me inside. I don’t know that I’d be able to tell him no if he asked if he could join me in my room, but I ignore the hum of my hormones, a smile on my face that he can’t see when he whispers, “I’ll catch you again tomorrow, baby.”
By the time I climb on the elevator and face the lobby again, he’s gone from the front entrance.
Chapter 31
Flynn
I never understood the term walking on air. I assumed it had to do with traveling quietly as to not get caught doing something. I’m walking on air right now even though my nuts are still sore from the knee I took to them last night.
She confessed knowing it was me before hitting me there, and she still did it. I mean, good for her, taking back her power like that, but my body isn’t very impressed with the results.
Laughter hits me the second I step off the elevator at BBS. Pam is grinning behind her desk.
“Good morning,” I say as I pass by.
“You as well,” she returns with excitement in her voice, making me feel like an asshole for being so damn temperamental lately.
Several guys are standing in the middle of the breakroom, all surrounding a single tablet. Jesus, what now?
“Play it again,” Brooks demands, a childlike giddiness to his voice.
I grin, thinking it’s going to be another stupid cat video, something all of these idiots think is hilarious, but then I hear a grunt, and my own voice, “Don’t. Remi, it’s me!”
“Fuck my life,” I grumble as I cross the room to them, prepared to pull the thing from Finnegan’s grasp and shatter it against the damn wall.
“He seems to be walking fine this morning,” Gaige says, the first one to notice me walking up.
The guys look up from the tablet, just as Remington informs me that she knew it was me all along.
“Sorry you struck out, dude,” Wren says with a wicked grin. “Better luck next time.”
If it weren’t for the video looping right back to my grunt as I got struck in the nuts, I’d be pissed at his words, but the wink he sends my way tells me that he knows I’m not completely out the game just yet. Knowing Wren, he followed the two of us on video until she made it safely into her hotel room, and him having the video so soon after last night means my friend, even though he’s a petty asshole most days, has been keeping an eye on my girl.
“It’s a new day,” I declare, slapping Finnegan on the back as I head toward my office. Let the guys have their laughs. Let them taunt and tease me. My plan has been set into motion, and before long, I’m going to have the gorgeous woman that I love wrapped around my body while they go about their lives bouncing from one unfamiliar bed to the next.