Page 24 of Made for You
Well, I wouldn’t say nothing.
I think you know I want your body all the fucking time.
But you’re right.
It can’t be more than sex between us.
Siena
Good. Because I don’t have time for complications.
I have a hotel to open.
My pulse stuttered as I typed out words I swore I wouldn’t ever say to any man: “But I also can’t stop thinking about the way you touch me.” My thumb hovered hesitantly over the send button. I shook my head minutely and then let my words fly through the ether.
The admission looked reckless on my screen, but it was the truth.
One I needed to continue.
Siena
So here’s my proposal: no strings, no expectations.
Just what we both want.
The wait before his response stretched interminably long, and my mouth started to go dry. I reached for the Stanley on my desk, emptying it in three long gulps.
Gage
Just tell me when and where.
A shiver raced down my spine, equal parts victory and foreboding.
I set the phone down on my desk, my eyes taking in the neat piles of invoices that’d still be there tomorrow, the blinking reminder for the interview that was scheduled for … ten minutes. Rational Siena told me I was playing with fire.
But the part of me that still trembled from the memory of his mouth on the back of my neck as he pounded into me?
If I were going to get burned, I’d enjoy every damn second of it.
Siena
My house. Tonight.
Eight o’clock.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the acoustic tiles as if they could talk me off the proverbial ledge. My pulse thudded in my throat, the kind of adrenaline spike I usually only got when a make-or-break site inspection went sideways.
Oh my god. I’d just scheduled sex like it was a board meeting. What on earth was wrong with me?
And why did it feel so goddamn good?
The phone buzzed. I told myself not to look. I lasted three seconds.
Gage
See you then.
Three tiny words and my whole body lit up like I’d swallowed an electric rod.
