His mouth continues down my throat, licking, kissing, then biting over the pulse point. I dig my nails into his shoulders and offer more of myself to him as my legs tighten, pulling him closer. He has to be able to feel how wet I am, even though his jeans.
Fuck, just the friction between him, the way he’s kissing me, touching me, it’s nearly enough to get me off. His lips take another tour of my throat before he bites my ear. Every panting breath catches the lingering dampness on my neck.
“I was right.” He murmurs. “Sweet.”
“We should go back to my place,” I pant.
“What about the party?” He draws back, blinking a few times. “You don’t want to stay?”
I roll my hips on his and he groans, pressing his forehead to mine. “Behave, Valerie.”
“I can’t do that when you’re touching me.” I knot my fingers in his shirt and jerk him back to my mouth. I nibble his bottom lip and kiss him again. “I don’t want to. I want you on top of me in bed.”
He considers it, heat and hunger in his eyes, but then his phone vibrates against my thigh. I shake my head. “No. Leave it. Please.”
“I wish I could.” He gives me another kiss while untangling himself from my legs and grabbing his phone.
I’m so not ready to be done. I want to at least blow him, at least give him incentive to stay. So I rub him through his jeans, my hands stroking his thick cock, fingers tightening around him. He grabs my hand and pins it above my head, his forehead pressing to mine as he answers the phone.
“Yes?”
I like that husky voice on him, the obvious desire in his eyes, the way he still hasn’t let me go. But then he switches. From hot and eager, to focused, professional. Releasing me, he takes a step back, glancing down the road.
“Now?”
Shaking my head, I try to reclaim him. Sighing, he nods. “Very well.”
He hangs up and pulls me close to give me another kiss. “I have to go.”
“But, we … we were just … Lief!” I complain, my brain still struggling to pull out of the hot moment we shared.
“If I had a choice …” His eyes stroke down over my body and he doesn’t have to finish the sentence for me to understand. I groan, but let him haul me back to his car. “I am very sorry to cut our night short, Valerie.”
“You and me both,” I grumble.
CHASE
Ifinish checking Stefan’s social media accounts, then stretch back in my chair. My back cracks in about three places as I lift my arms. A boring night, as most are. Dad doesn’t understand all the potential and possibilities when it comes to hacking or tracking on the computer.
He’s married to the old ways of doing things. Rolling out my neck, I check on a few other things, things I wasn’t asked to check on, but I think are important. Plenty of people in our organization are online and have large footprints – via email, social media, or mentions in articles. I start putting together a few things, then see Hunter pop up.
The paparazzi caught us both leaving a club and luckily only cited us as millionaire bachelors that any woman would be lucky to have on her arm. As far as they know, we just have a huge inheritance and the family business is doing well. We’re a way to spice up the news or press when Hollywood stars and political figures are behaving a little to well.
With Hunter, they never have a problem putting together enough to make a scandalous one-minute story. Making us both simple and reducing us to rumors apparently makes for a better story.
Just as I start looking at the comments, seeing how we’re trending online and making sure the wrong things don’t come up, my office door opens. Turning, I see Hunter, looking pissed and focused.
Never a good combination. “How can I help you, bro?”
He shuts and locks the door, glances around, then sits beside me. “As a warning, what I’m going to tell you will piss our father off and if you choose to do it, it has to be done perfectly.”
“Thanks for being cryptic. If it’s computer shit, you know I’ll do it perfectly. No need for the threat.”
“And you don’t care about pissing off the old man, do you?” He chuckles. “Alright. I have Lief coming back as well, so we can approach this together.”
“Why? If Dad gave it to you, aren’t you supposed to handle it alone?”
“Fuck that.” He scoffs. “I know you’re willing to try new things when it comes to … business.”