Page 110 of Seduction in Spades

“I can quit my job,” he murmurs into my mouth, “and stay here and keep doing this.”

“As tempting as that sounds, I’m pretty sure your three business partners would come storming down my door, thus endingthis.”

“Being a responsible adult sucks.”

I giggle and give his butt a smack.

“Ouch. I think you pulled a stitch.”

“What? I’m so sorry!” I gasp.

“Yeah. I can feel the blood gushing. I should call out.” He kisses me deeper, cupping my ass in both hands, and I realize he’s kidding.

Now that I think about it, when I examined his wound this morning, the dissolvable stitches were mostly gone, and his wound was healing nicely.

“Nolan,” I moan into his kiss. If we keep this up, we’re going to break our unspoken rule and end up in the bedroom.

Not that I have a bedroom in my studio apartment. And not that we need a bedroom. A wall, a table, a couch, the floor. I clench my center as liquid heat pools between my thighs.

“Fuck.” He breaks our kiss and steps away, patting his pocket and taking out his phone. “I’m late for a meeting with my security team.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be.” He grabs my coat and helps me into it. “You’re addictive. I can’t think of anything else when I’m with you.”

He leads us out the door, locks it, checks the door again, then hurries us down the stairs to his car.

Nolan opens the passenger side door for me and gives me a quick kiss. “To be clear, I can’t think of anything else when I’m not with you either.” He closes my door, and I smile as he rounds the hood.

He maneuvers his car easily through traffic and pulls into his space in the parking garage. I wait for him to open my door—because he’s scolded me a dozen times for not letting him be chivalrous—and am instantly pressed against the car as he kisses me again.

“I won’t be able to give you a proper kiss goodbye once inside.” He cups my face and sips at my lips. “Text me tonight when you make it back to your place.”

“Okay.”

“We still on for brunch tomorrow?” He has another long day again, so it’s our only chance to see each other.

“Yes. Call me when you wake up.”

He takes my hand as we hurry to the elevator. “You sure you don’t want to stay at the penthouse tonight?” he asks when the doors close.

“No. Nora and I are having cocktails at The Club, then taking an Uber to Desires for dinner. It’s not far from my place.”

“Text me when you get home,” he says again, giving my hand a squeeze when the doors open to his floor. Nolan gives me a wink and then steps out. When the doors close behind him, I swoon, holding onto the railing for support.

The man is not only sex on a stick, but he’s also pure perfection. Nora greets me at her door, and we have a fun time drinking fruity cocktails at The Club and laugh until we cry at the many men who fail at drawing us onto the dance floor.

We bond over tapas and champagne at Desires, and she asks one final time if I want to stay at the penthouse when the Uber pulls up in front of my apartment.

“Nolan and Trey wouldn’t agree to me staying here if it wasn’t safe. I trust them.”

“Without a doubt, they’re trustworthy. That doesn’t mean you’re comfortable though. You don’t have to put on a brave face. I get it.”

“I’m okay. I promise.”

Nora covers her face. “You are, aren’t you? And here I am stirring the pot, causing doubt. I’m so sorry, Avery. You’re a much stronger person than I am.”

“I whole-heartedly disagree.” I give her a hug and reach for my purse by my feet. “Text me when you get back to the penthouse. Thanks for a fun night. I miss girl time.”

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