Page 183 of New York Love Stories: Vol. 1

When he disappears into the bathroom, I flop my arms out wide, and say, “And here I thought we were going to make love again. Silly me.”

The shower is started, and then he fills the doorway, leaning against it. Waggling his eyebrows, he calls me to him with a bend of his finger. “Who said we weren’t.”

It doesn’t take me more than a second to head into that bathroom. I fly into his arms and am pressed against the back of the door. He kisses me like we have all day to do it. We do, but it’s nice to see the busiest man I know slow down. He asks, “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.” I zip my lips and toss the key behind me.

He unzips my lips and then kisses them. “I like hearing you too much to ever zip those pretty lips. Always make sure you’re heard, babe. The one thing this world needs more of is you.”

Why does he have to be so sweet when I was hoping to get dirty in the shower? Now I just want to hug him. When I press myself to his body, Ifeelhe’s ready to get naughty as well. Dragging him by the hands toward the shower stall, I say, “Don’t worry about me. I’ll make sure the entire world hears me.” I wink. “Or at least the building.”

I spin under the water and spy him watching me. “This isn’t a spectator sport,” I say, soaping my body. “Get in here,Mr.Christiansen, and participate.”

Calling him that name is a great motivator. I could spend a few minutes analyzing why the formal gets Drew moving faster than The Flash, but I think it’s how he’s wired, feeding into his bossy nature.

The tile’s cold, but he’s so damn hot I forget about it and pretty much everything else when he kneels before me and lifts my knee over his shoulder. Looking up at me, he says, “Brace yourself.”

One hand goes to the tiled wall and the other to the small ledge. When his mouth takes charge between my legs, my head drops back, and my eyes close. I find a new appreciation for this CEO—chief erogenous officer. “Yes, Mr. Christiansen. God, yes.” Every time I throw a prefix on there, his tongue works harder.

When his fingers find my entrance, I grip the ledge and the top of his head harder. “I’m so close.” The words are lost in my arousal.

My release is fast and has me melting against the wall. When he sets my foot back on the ground, he holds me by the waist. “I was thinking we could go out for lunch.”

Not ready to reenter the actual world, I slowly drag my eyes open to find him smirking. I have no regrets coming back to him. “I thought you just ate?”

“I did, but I was thinking about you.” Kissing my cheek, he takes my hand and wraps it around his erection. “I thought you might want something more filling. Something to wrap your lips around. Suck. On.”

And there he is . . .Ice Cream Drew is joining the party.

Sexy. Funny. Intelligent. A great dresser. Tall. Dark. Hot as sin. How’d I get so lucky? “I’m starving.”

Screwing my boss has never been more fun. Well, to clarify, I’ve not screwed any other bosses. Only him. But since I’ve crossed that line—four times now—I could do worse than the CEO.And oh my my, how I like doing him.

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“This is the surprise?”

And apparently not a good one by how disappointed Drew looks. I can work with this. I have his expectations so low that the actual surprise will be even better now. Unless I’m misunderstanding the pursed lips and furrowed brow.

Maybe it’s fear creeping into his eyes as he stares at the motto stuck on the window—new tools for age-old problems. “No, this is a pit stop.”

“For?”

“You know what for. You’ve been in New York for five weeks. Let’s just call the three prior to me purgatory?—”

Shoving his hands in his jean pockets, he nods, looking satisfied. “It sort of was.”

“Sort of?”

The toe of his shoe bumps the side of my Converse, forming a connection. It’s the little things with this man that mean so much. “It was.” Despite the grumpier moments he has, I love how agreeable he can be sometimes. “And the two since knowing you?”

“We’ll call those the best time of your life.”

He chuckles but then leans over and kisses the top of my head. “It wouldn’t be a lie.”

“That’s good because we hate those.”

“We sure do.”

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