Page 64 of Crossing Lines

“Fuck.” Jonah stood upright and slammed my car door shut, facing the entrance to the garage.

“What?” Throwing the car door closed, my gaze stopped on a man who looked a lot like Owen, watching us. “Goddamn it,” I gritted out. “Let’s go.” He couldn’t get to us if we were inside. Snatching Jonah’s elbow, I guided him to the entrance doors, throwing glances back at Owen, or the guy I thought was him. I couldn’t be sure, given the darkness and the distance.

“That fucker needs another beating,” Jonah growled as I ushered him to the wall next to the door.

I slipped my keycard out and pressed it against the lock pad. “I agree, but not tonight.” The lock clicked and I popped the door open, pushed Jonah inside, then peeked behind me as I stepped inside the building.

Owen stood with his phone held up to his face, like he was taking a picture.

What the hell was he doing? This whole thing was out of control. I hurried Jonah to the elevator and pressed the call button.

“Did you see that? The fucker was taking pictures of us.” As the elevator dinged, Jonah stepped inside, his jaw muscle bulging. “He better keep his nose out of our business.” He raked his fingers through his long, dark bangs.

I mulled over his words, staring at the floor lights as they lit up. “Yeah, I know.” I should probably go to Patterson and tell him about me and Jonah. But fuck, what if Laurent was right and it was a career-ending move? No, I’d probably only be reprimanded. Fuck, I didn’t know. I wished the damned policy was clearer.

At my floor, I walked Jonah down the hallway to my place and let him inside my apartment. My stiff shoulders relaxed.Finally, we were safe, and I could take care of him properly. “Go into my bedroom and climb into bed.”

He strolled down the short hallway to my bedroom. “Clothes or no clothes?” He wagged his brows at me.

“I prefer you with no clothes, but if you think it’ll be too tempting to fool around, maybe we should keep our clothes on?” Ace had been right. Sex probably wouldn’t be good for him. But we hadn’t been together since Wednesday. I set his bag down at the entrance to the kitchen and faced him, lifting a finger to my lips. “On second thought, pajamas for sure.”

The corner of his mouth edged up. “You can’t keep your hands off me, can you.” He arched a brow.

“No, I can’t. Even with pajamas, it’s going to be hard.” I gave him a coy smile. “I’ll get us some water, then be right in.”

He made to grab the handle on his duffel bag.

“Uh-huh. Go, I’ll be right in.” I pointed to the hallway, then snatched bottled waters from my refrigerator, plucked his bag from the floor and met him in the bedroom.

He’d turned on the nightstand lights and shucked off his shirt, exposing his rippled abdomen and thick arms, then skimmed his sweatpants off his legs, his dick standing at half-mast inside his boxer briefs.

With my gaze snapping to his satisfying cock, my mouth watered, and my own dick tingled with heat. “Shit.” I threw his duffel on the bed. This would be almost impossible for both of us. “Maybe I should sleep on the couch.”

Rummaging through his bag, he said, “Hell no. I’m finally spending the weekend with you, and I amnotsleeping alone.” He palmed his still swelling cock, then slipped into a pair of black pajama bottoms.

Jesus fuck. Did he have to touch himself like that? I set a bottle of water on his nightstand, then the other on mine. Ruffling the back of my hair, I twisted around. What else should I get him?

“Ryan.” He padded to me and grabbed both my hands, then held them up between us. “Let’s get into bed and watch a movie?”

“Are you supposed to be watching movies?” My gaze met his. In my experience, not for the first forty-eight hours, but it made for a pretty boring time.

“I’ll rest with my eyes closed while you watch.” He stepped closer to me, his hard cock brushing against mine through our clothes.

A shock of sensation pulsed my dick inside my suit pants, and I freed a soft whimper. Did he have to be so close? Him being off-limits was making it even worse. “Yeah, sure.” I ticked my head toward the bed. “Go lie down, for the love of God.” I planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “You and your boner are driving me crazy.”

“Good.” He cocked his head, giving me a wily smirk.

“Go.” I turned him around and pushed his back. As I undressed out of my suit and hung the jacket and slacks in my closet, I asked, “You don’t need a Tylenol yet, right?” I then opened a dresser drawer and slipped my gray pajamas up my legs, my own cock stiff and poking into the waistband of my briefs. I willed my dick to stand down. If Jonah started something, I wasn’t sure I had the willpower to stop him.

When I turned around, Jonah was in my bed, the covers pulled up to his chin. “No, not for a few hours. Come on, get in.” He threw the corner of the covers down on my side.

As a grin swept over my lips, I padded to the bed and climbed in beside him on my back. We weren’t out partying or even drinking at home this Friday night, but I didn’t care. Just being with him was enough. I held out my arm.

He shifted into my side, laying his head on my chest, wrapping his leg around both of mine, pressing his hot, hard cock into my hip. “Shit, I’m so horny.” He brushed his cheek over my chest, then kissed my nipple.

“You need to rest.” My balls ached. This was going to be torture. I plucked the remote off my nightstand, then turned the television on and opened my Netflix app. I had to find something to get my mind off sex and fast. The trailer for a thriller played. Fuck, Owen had been in the parkade. “What do you think Owen wants?”

He tilted his head up. “Huh?”

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