Page 105 of Forbidden You

“I know.”

“Don’t lose her.”

I tear my eyes away, my chest expanding as I take in her words and look to the dancefloor again.

I don’t want to, but I also don’t know how to keep her.

26

We raised more than $85,000 tonight, and I’m so damn proud of myself. This was my first event, and it was hard work to let it run as smoothly as it did, but I did that. I was the main event manager, and it felt amazing to actually pull it off.

Not to mention the amount of money we raised.

“Did you hear? Someone paid $1000 for your signed copy.”

“Really?” Bodi’s voice sounds surprised from the other room.

“Uh-huh.” I look into the mirror of Bodi’s bathroom, brushing my teeth with my dress still on. My cheeks are a little flushed from the two glasses of champagne I had, and I smile at my reflection with a joyous stream surging through my veins.

I don’t know when I made the switch from the guestroom to the master, but I know my toothbrush has been laying here for weeks and he’s never asked me to put it back. So I never did. My clothes are still in the guestroom, but I haven’t considered moving them because the sneaker freak doesn’t even have space.

I’ve been ambling through this condo like the damn Cheshire Cat for a while now, and I know it’s because every morning I wake up with Bodi’s arms around my stomach and his nose buried in the crook of my neck. My smile belongs to him. He owns it in every way because he’s the one responsible for it.

It makes me hopeful that whatever happens, we don’t have to endthis.

The ride back really made me think about our situation. Working at KPI is not something I can keep doing if I want to be with Bodi. If people find out, it will create a media shit show. Or worse; they’ll keep thinking I work my way up by sucking the boss’s dick. Which is not true, if anything Bodi is harder on me when it comes to it, but I know that’s the narrative they’ll use.

The other option is moving out, but I’m dreading that more than not working at KPI. Living with Bodi makes me feel like I have a home for the very first time in my life. It makes me feel like I belong somewhere. I belong withhim.

And after tonight, I’m thinking maybe I can officially be employed by the foundation. That way, I’m not connected to KPI and I can stay here. We can be together without hiding in janitor closets, and the more I think about it, the more excited I get.

My lashes lift to the mirror, catching how Bodi enters the bathroom with his dress shirt pulled out of his pants, his hands tucked into his pockets. He lets his back fall against the doorpost, raking his intense gaze over every inch of my body.

My blood heats in my veins.

There is a lazy look in the green of his eyes, a glint of lust illuminating them with the dim light of his bedroom against his back. It’s darkening the features of his face, making me squirm a little inside as I keep brushing.

“What are you smiling about?” His voice is husky, sultry, and the sound vibrates my pussy alive. I spit out the foaming toothpaste, keeping my eyes locked with his as I wash out my mouth, then take a towel to dry.

“Nothing.”

He moves forward, putting his chest against my back. His arms circle my waist while he feathers his lips over my neck. It tickles my skin in a tempting way and a deep breath flies from my lips. The warmth of his body feels like a protective cape, hiding me from the storms life can throw at us, and when his mouth completely connects with the skin underneath my neck, I shut my eyes.

Reveling in his touch as much as I can. His moves are deliberate. Affectionate. There is no rush, as if he’s doing his best to postpone what I can see flashing in his eyes, dragging this out as long as he can.

“Thank you.” His whisper makes me shudder against his body.

“What for?”

“For making tonight a success.” He tenderly bites me. “Getting my dad there.” His lips part in an open-mouthed kiss. “Beingyou.”

I swallow at how he emphasizes the word into my skin and his head lifts to look at me. Our eyes lock, and he squeezes me tightly against him. The green in his eyes is lighter, glittering with something I can only describe as determination. It’s laced with sincerity, igniting a flutter inside of me.

He makes me feel seen.

When I stay quiet, he moves one of his hands up, placing it on top of my pounding heart.

He holds it still, feeling how it beats against his palm until a smile graces his beautiful face.

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