Page 84 of Take Me With You

“That’s a...let’s shoot for a late dinner.”

“You’ll be the dessert?”

“Gladly,” I reply, giggling.

He lowers the partition and says, “Nigel.”

“Yes, sir,” Nigel replies, getting out of the limo.

Not long before he opens the door, I slide out. Kincaid slides out behind me.

“Where are you going?”

“Walking you to your apartment while Nigel gets your things,” he says, pulling my body against his hard one.

He kisses my lips and runs his fingers through my hair.

“Not outside, okay?” I say, pulling back with a slight smile.

“Afraid of a little PDA?”

Laughing, I say, “Not after our yacht fiasco.”

“Wasn’t a fiasco. They never saw you.”

“You don’t know that. You only know that they barely saw me and probably heard me screaming like an idiot.”

“If they did, they wouldn’t have dared come back where we were,” he says, grabbing my hand.

I walk up the short walk leading to my building, and we wait in the lobby at the elevator while Nigel catches up with us.

“Where’s the service elevator?” Kincaid asks.

“Over there,” I say, pointing to a separate bank of elevators. “Why?”

“Nigel, take that one to the fourth floor, go down the hall, and take a right. She’s in apartment 4D. Does he need a key?”

“No, but he can—”

“Take the service elevator,” Kincaid growls.

Lifting an eyebrow and barely containing a smile, Nigel seems to know something that I don’t, especially when he moves on to those elevators.

We board the elevators that will take us to my floor. When the doors open, he pushes me against the back of the elevator, reaching behind him and pressing the button.

Our mouths clash as his hands grip my ass, pull my skirt up, and press a finger inside me.

“Cade,” I say, dragging my mouth away from his.

“What?” he grunts.

“What if someone—”

“Fuck someone!”

“You can fuck me if you just wait. We’ll be at my place any minute.”

“Or we can stop the elevator and do it here.”

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