Page 57 of Mr. Hook-up

Since we were at the start of the crosswalk, blocking anyone who wanted to get by, I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her into the air, holding her against my body as I carried her to the building behind us.

I didn’t stop kissing her, even when I set her down. We stayed locked, breathless, our lips tangled, our tongues exploring, my arms above her head, caging her in. “Drake ...”

It wasn’t a question.

It was a reaction.

A feeling I had to release before my palms traveled down her sides, taking in those incredible curves, the arches of her body that I wanted to ravage. My cock craved to be inside her as I rounded her rib cage and lowered to her navel, each section as seductive and enticing as the one before.

And with each spot I discovered, I kissed her harder.

Deeper.

I gave her more of my tongue.

What that eventually earned me was her touch, first on my stomach, where those small, delicate fingers slid across my abs. She took hertime, getting well acquainted before she rose to my arms and shoulders, gradually cupping my face.

That was where she halted.

Where her hands began to study me as though my scruff were whispering every one of my secrets to her.

I closed my arms around her, our bodies flush, until I pulled my mouth away. “If I don’t stop, I’m going to carry you inside your building and ... never leave.” I licked her off my lips. “Unless you want that too?”

She dabbed her mouth like she was drying it, even though it wasn’t wet, her eyes widening at the same time, her chest panting. “I ... should go.”

Her stare told me otherwise.

It showed me an emotional struggle.

A fight.

A worry that was also settling into me, the weight of it heavier than I anticipated.

Her chest rose, her throat bouncing as she swallowed. “Easton ...”

“I know,” I whispered. “And I know I’m your boss and I know everything you’re feeling right now.”

But I didn’t want one of those feelings to be regret.

What I wanted instead was for her to think of only our kiss, so I gave her another. Softer this time. Less needy. Healing her mouth after I’d just roughed it up.

When I released her, I stepped back until she was too far to hold, my hands dropping to my sides. “Go.” I took in that stunning body one more time. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

She still rubbed her fingers over her lips as she walked away from the building and headed for the crosswalk, waiting for the signal before she went across the street and disappeared into her high-rise.

Once the door closed, I decided not to return to the bar, where I assumed the guys were still hanging out. I went to my condo, pouring myself a scotch as soon as I got through the door.

I stood in my living room, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the view of the city, hoping the liquor would tame this hard-on. But I finished the glass and a stiff second pour, and my cock continued to fucking ache.

For her.

I carried my glass into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I turned on the shower, and the multiple streams of water that came from the ceiling and the back wall, even a few from the floor, caused the glass to steam.

I stepped inside, set my drink on one of the shelves, and squirted some soap into my hand, rubbing it over my shaft. My other hand pressed against the wall in front of me, reminding me of the way I’d caged Drake tonight, the look on her face while I stared down at her.

My head tilted back, my eyes closed, and a growl erupted in my throat as I began to stroke my dick, the sensation taking hold of me.

I didn’t need to search for an image to beat off to.

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