I wave off the driver and open the back door for Addison myself, helping her climb in and following behind. The closed door cuts off all sound and when it’s just us, my stomach settles. Stop looking for a problem. This is exactly where I want to be, going home with Addison, her hand beneath mine on the seat.
“Maybe you should call and warn your father,” she murmurs, scanning the interested bystanders lining the curb. “His morning oatmeal is going to be ruined.”
I pick up her hand and guide it to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. “I should have asked for my own caveat.”
She looks up at me through her eyelashes. “It’s not too late.”
Yes, it is, says a voice in my head. Referring to what, though? “People disagree about the color of the sky. As sure as the sun comes up, they’re going to form an opinion about us. Maybe they already have. And it’s going to be wrong.” I move closer to her on the seat as the SUV pulls into traffic. “We’re the only ones who know what’s going on here.”
Addison turns in the seat and curls her fingers in my collar, tugging my face close to hers. I go in for the kill without hesitation. A week. I haven’t kissed this mouth in a week—and before that, I didn’t taste it for months. How did I stay away when it was right in front of me? It’s cool, sugar-mint paradise. Her head falls back and I surge closer on the seat, taking her chin and pulling it down, down, so I can explore every corner, driver be damned. Her head falls back with a whimper that would tent my fly, if I didn’t already have an erection to beat the band.
Satisfied that her mouth will stay open wide for me, I let my hand slide lower than her chin. I can’t touch her fast or thoroughly enough and God. God bless this girl. She arches her back and gives me options. I drag my hand down her tits and plump them high in her neckline, squeezing, one by one. When I release her mouth so we can breathe, we both look down at my knuckles where they rest on her belly. So close to that pussy I’ve been craving.
“Sorry for distracting you,” she whispers. “Your caveat is…?”
Knowing she’s not the least bit sorry, I breathe a laugh against her cheek. “When you hear or read something that makes you doubt what we’ve got…” I rub our damp lips together, setting her off purring and shifting on the seat. “Close your eyes and think of my tongue in your pretty mouth. Think of us on the bed making ornaments. Do whatever you have to do to get through the moment and back to me. Agreed?”
I hear her swallow. “Aye aye, captain.”
Since the bar was so close to the house, it takes no time at all to pull up out front. We don’t get out right away, staring in silence at the massive three-story, its palm trees swaying in the nighttime wind. Behind us, the black sedan flips off its lights and waits. Tomorrow there will probably be more black sedans and journalists hunting for the money shot, asking questions. I’ll handle it then. Public interest has touched every damn thing in my life. It won’t touch this thing with Addison. It will try, but I’m going to make sure it loses.
The driver opens the door and I climb out, offering my hand to Addison. “Is the lady of the manor ready to retire for the evening?”
With her head high, she takes my hand and hops out, throwing a wink at the black car. “Not a chance.”
I’m still laughing as we walk up the pathway, my arm sliding around her waist halfway up the steps. She leans her head into my shoulder and I squeeze her tighter, a goose egg forming in my throat. “I missed you.”
She winks up at me. “You’re cooking tomorrow night.”
When we reach the door, I let her go and lean against the doorframe, watching as she digs the key from the purse. There’s a little tremble in her hand as if she’s nervous, but her smirk tells me she doesn’t want me to know it. Complicated woman. Doesn’t she know I would crawl over hot coals to reassure her? I keep my observation to myself as we walk inside and lock the door behind us. Met with the sudden fall of privacy, my body acts on its own, flattening her against the door. Letting her feel my hard cock.
I drop the briefcase and tangle my hands in her hair—
“Curtains,” she breathes. “All the curtains are open.”
“Right.” My head hits the door above her with a groan. “Wait. When did we even get curtains?”
“You hired someone.”