Page 111 of The Playboy

SEVENTEEN

Macon

“What do you think?” I asked Brooklyn while we sat in the backseat of the SUV, tucking her hair behind her ear so I could get a better look at her profile.

We’d spent the last hour riding around LA, the driver taking us on a route that I’d mapped out, making sure we went through some of my favorite parts of the city—sections that were popular, where I hung out, and where I assumed she’d spend most of her time.

“About LA?” She turned toward me. “Or you?” She smiled.

“Both.”

“LA looks beautiful.” She shrugged. “But let’s face it. I’d move here even if it wasn’t.”

“For the job?”

She nipped one of her lips. “That’s one of the reasons.”

I wasn’t going to push—she didn’t seem ready—so I returned to the original question and voiced, “And what do you think about me?”

She scanned my right eye and then my left. “I can’t believe you came all the way here to see me after my interview. That’s a long flight, Macon.” She found the hand that was on my lap and held it. “Especially because I know things are winding down at the hotel and they need you more than ever.”

“I wouldn’t have missed this.”

But it went beyond that.

The idea of her sitting alone in a hotel room tonight after an interview with my company hadn’t felt right. And as far as I knew, she had no family or friends here. I couldn’t have sent her out with Jo even though Jo would have taken her out.

I wanted to be the one she celebrated with.

“That means everything to me.” Her voice was quiet, but the emotion behind those words wasn’t.

I kept my fingers on her face, holding the side of her cheek. “I wasn’t going to let you be in a place where you’ve never been, in a hotel room all by yourself. Nah”—I shook my head—“it wasn’t happening.”

“Good, because this is so much better.”

I found myself moving in closer. I needed her scents and less distance separating us.

“Aside from the tour, what do you have planned for us?”

Her question hit my ears and bounced right off. I was too focused on her face. Her eyes. The way her lips curved. How the dress that I’d picked out was covering her body, hugging her tits, waist, riding up a few inches above her knees.

“I want to kiss you.”

She licked the corner of her mouth. “Are you asking for permission?”

“I’m just vocalizing what’s on my mind.” My hand moved to the back of her head. “It’s been three days since I’ve seen you. God, that feels like a fucking eternity.”

Her skin flushed. Her lips pulled into a grin. “I’ve missed you too.” Her stare then deepened. “This surprise … it’s one of my favorites.”

That admission was so damn sexy.

Enticing.

I needed to taste those words on her tongue, so I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. I didn’t smash our mouths together, like I’d done in the past. I took my time. I was gentle. But my grip, the way I was holding her hair, wasn’t. I squeezed her locks into my palm and directed her face toward mine, holding it there while I parted her lips, sinking my tongue into her mouth.

I already had an erection, but the feel of her, the flavor, the way her exhales were ending in moans just loud enough for me to hear, made me even harder.

When I pulled away—something I was reluctant to do, but I’d felt the SUV stop, and I knew what that meant—I held our faces together. “We’re here.”

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