Page 112 of Holding You
Because what I want doesn’t involve clothes, and this view right now is a good sign that she’s thinking about it, too.
She gasps.
“What?”
I slide my phone from my back pocket and show her the texts.
“Oh no, let me check my phone. I bet the girls have sent something, too.”
It’s pure torture for me to watch her practically glide around the room in nothing but her underwear.
“Oh yeah, Sadie is sick, so is Shay. Quinn says she’s fine, but Miles isn’t doing too well. Grace says she’s not so bad, but since Brooke is down for the count too, she has already gotten on the laptop to check work emails.”
“Sooo …”
“I guess it’s just us.”
I snap my fingers.
“Shame.”
Ruby blushes and gravitates into my arms.
I press my lips to hers, and she moans into my mouth.
I take one hand to cup her breast, squeezing gently until her hips press into me.
“I guess we can stay in, too,” she says on a breath.
I grip her ass with one hand and smooth the other down the front of her panties, finally giving in to what I’ve wanted all day long.
“Oh, hell, Ruby. Is this all because you're thinking of me?”
She nods. “And your hands and your mouth—eep!”
I toss her onto the bed, catching her by the ankles.
I hold them together and look at her wide eyes. “We’re not staying in tonight.”
“We’re not?” Her bottom lip pops out with her question.
“Nope. I’m taking you out.”
“Like … on a date?”
“Exactly like on a date.”
“Well,” she says, “then this part happens after.”
I lean forward, stopping her exit.
“Before and after, and after again is preferred. I won’t be able to show you a proper time if I’m obsessing over this.”
She grins.
“Now lay back down and spread your legs. I’m not leaving this room until you’ve come at least twice. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
