Page 85 of The Winslow Brothers

I want to. I’m fucking desperate to. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to share the orgasmI’veearned with the cab driver. This is New York City. His fare is high enough.

“Please,” she whispers toward me, her hips shifting in her seat again and her voice a compelling mix of needy and demanding, but I use all my willpower to toss a subtle shake of my head in her direction.

“Not yet,” I tell her quietly. “Soon. But not yet.”

A little pout turns down the corners of her mouth, and it’s this crazy mix of adorable and sexy. And when those mesmerizingeyes of her turn big and pleading, I’m so close to giving in to her demands, so close to sliding my fingers inside her and showing her what my cock will be doing the instant we get inside her apartment.

Luckily, though, not even ten seconds later, the cab driver comes to a stop in front of her building.

There’s a small part of me that feels like shoutingHallelujah!,but the larger part of me, the one that’s entirely focused on getting Sophie inside her apartment as quickly as physically possible, takes full control of the situation and has me tossing a fifty-dollar bill over the seat.

It’s about double the actual fare, but I’ve never cared about anything less.

“Keep it,” I call toward the cabbie as I hop out of the back seat when he shakes the extra money at me. And with a little jog around the back of the taxi, I make it to Sophie’s door in record time.

I help her out with a gentlemanly hand, toss my suit jacket over my shoulder, and all but drag her toward the entrance of her building.

“Slow down, please!” She giggles. “I’m in heels!”

Impatient with her shoes, I come to a dead stop just outside her building, lean down, and toss her over my shoulder, all the while making sure her ass and bare-and-glorious pussy remain covered by the suit jacket that was formerly over my shoulder.

Sophie squeals but, thankfully, understands where my head is at. And it takes hardly any time for her to get her keys out of hersmall purse and start shouting important instructions over her shoulder.

“Use the small silver key for the main door and the larger gold key for my apartment door!”

I smirk. “Got it.” The truth is, I watched her closely enough the last time we came barreling in here, hot for each other, that I already know what to do.

Once we’re in the lobby area, I head toward the elevator, and just before I hit the call button, she updates me, “It’s broken.”

“What? The elevator is broken?”

“Yeah.”

I spin on my heel, looking for an alternate option. “Where are the stairs?”

“At the end of the hallway over there,” she says and starts to make a move to get off my shoulder, but I keep her body firmly in place with two strong hands. “Jude! Let me down! There’s no way you can carry me five flights!”

“The fuck I can’t.”

And I do. Up five flights, I jog the whole way, silently thankful for the daily, hard-as-fuck gym workouts I’ve been doing with Flynn for the past few years.

Sophie giggles in disbelief the entire way up, but when I manage to unlock her apartment door and set her to her feet, those giggles of hers change to moans.

All thanks to the fact that my lips are on hers, kissing the hell out of her.

My suit jacket and her purse hit the hardwood floor of her still-dark apartment just as I kick the door shut with my foot. And in no time at all, I have her back pressed against the wall, and her hands are in my hair.

Fuck, she tastes good, and the sheer idea that her red lipstick is now smeared all over my face turns me the hell on. It also makes me desperate to kiss her somewhere else.

So, I do exactly what Jude Winslow does when he wants something—I fucking go for it.

To my knees, I kneel down in front of her, and she stares at me with wide, shocked eyes.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Kissing you.” I grin as I lift one of her thighs over my shoulder. The change in position is downright delectable, giving me a delicious view of her bare pussy.

I lick my lips and slide her dress all the way up and over her ass until she’s completely nude from the waist down. “Now that’s a fucking view if I ever saw one.”

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