Page 98 of Tempting Him

When he hears my steps, his head swivels, and a grin stretches across his face when he sees me.

“This view is incredible.”

“It is,” I reply, not talking about the city or Lake Michigan.

He spins, his back against the glass as I trap him between my arms, pushing my body into his as I kiss him like I haven’t seen him in years rather than days.

Jay cups my ass through my pants, moaning into my mouth before pulling away. “Happy to see me, boss?”

I thrust my hips into him. “Can’t you tell?”

He smirks before turning around, pushing his ass against me. “But really, this view.” His head angles over his shoulder. “Too bad there’s not a balcony. We could bless it.”

“There’s a terrace pool a little lower, but it doesn’t offer as much privacy,” I reply, resting my chin on his shoulder. “How was your flight?”

“It was good. Also, I don’t think you should be able to call this an apartment. I wasn’t expecting so much opulence.”

I chuckle. “Have you talked to your parents yet?”

“Yeah. They know I’m here. They’re expecting me in an hour.”

“You ready?”

“I think they’re already suspicious, but yeah, I’m ready. Do you want to come?”

I step back and then lean against the window as I watch him. “I’m not sure if that’s the best idea. Maybe you can soften them up first.”

He chuckles. “Just drop me off and linger around in case the coast is clear.”

With another kiss, I say, “Okay. Whatever you say.”

“Mm,” he murmurs, an eyebrow perfectly arched as his fingers dip into my waistband and yank me forward. “I might like that game.”

“Maybe we’ll get to play later. I guess we should get ready to go.”

He sighs. “Fine, let's get this over with.”

* * *

After a quick shower,we travel down the sixteen floors of this building in the elevator and make our way to my car. Traffic makes the trip about forty minutes, but we still manage to arrive with five minutes to spare. I park around the corner from his parents place, choosing to sit inside a coffee shop while Jay goes ahead. Only a few minutes go by before he’s back, stepping inside the small café, eyes landing on me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, standing up.

“Nothing. I want you with me. Let’s do this together and face it together.”

“You sure?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

I take a deep breath. “Okay.”

I won’t lie, my heart pounds a little as we make our way up the street, passing multiple townhomes before we get to theirs.

“Ready?” he asks before knocking on the door.

“As I’ll ever be.”

The door opens, his mother’s face coming into view, a large smile stretching her lips until she spots me. It drops briefly before she gets it back—this time, more tense. “Oh,” she says simply, her eyes bouncing between us.

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