We’re falling for each other.
This is not casual sex; this isn’t even sex. This is the ultimate lovemaking.
“Jay,” I pant as my eyes search his.
“I know, baby,” he whispers. I grip his shoulders, and he holds himself deep, and my body contracts around his.
His lips take mine, and our kiss is slow and unhurried and everything I’ve never had.
He slowly finishes me and then drops to the mattress beside me and rolls me to face him.
We look at each other, and I’m overwhelmed with a feeling of closeness.
I stare at his beautiful face, and I smile softly. “I feel like—”
“Don’t.” He cuts me off.
“What?” I frown.
“Don’t ruin this.”
I’m at a loss by what he means. “How would I ruin this?”
“Don’t fall in love with me, Emily.”
What the hell? I stare at him. “Why not?”
“Because we’re not like that. Get that through your head. Right now.” He gets up in a rush and walks into the bathroom and closes the door. It shuts with a sharp snap.
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I was going to say that I felt like that was the best alarm clock of all time.
Love was just an afterthought.
Chapter 15
I get out of bed and storm into the bathroom. I find him under the shower.
“For the record, Jameson,” I snap, “I was going to tell you that you should wake me up like that every day.”
He narrows his eyes in anger.
“It seems to me that the only person who’s thinking about love around here is you.”
He rolls his eyes as he soaps his groin.
His eye-rolling infuriates me. “So don’t turn this around and push me away because you are falling in love with me!” I don’t know what to say next, so I storm out. I grab my bag and head down to one of the other bathrooms to shower. I’m not getting in with him. Stupid jerk.
Half an hour later, I walk out into the kitchen to see Mr. Miles the CEO—gray suit, white shirt, and cranky controlled persona firmly back in place. “Are you ready?”
“Ah.” I look around. “I’ll just get my things.” I go into the bedroom and glance at myself in the mirror. I’m wearing his favorite outfit today, and he didn’t even notice. Well . . . poof to him.
Damn control freak is pissing me off.
I walk back out with my overnight bag over my shoulder. “Let’s go.”
His brow furrows when he sees what I’m carrying. “What are you doing with that bag? Just get it later.”
“I’ll take it to work with me. That’s fine.” My eyes hold his. “I have a lot going on this week.”
His jaw clenches as he glares at me. “Good.” He turns and walks out, and I smirk.
I let you have the control for the last few days, Mr. Miles, but don’t misjudge my submission as a weakness.
I will not beg for any man to love me, CEO billionaire with blue eyes or not.
Don’t wreck it.
I know I told him I want friends with benefits . . . but the rules have changed.
For me, anyway.
We get into the elevator, and I stare straight ahead. I can feel the animosity oozing out of him. Part of me hates that I’m letting him get worked up before he even starts for the day, but screw it. I can’t spend my life tiptoeing around his stress levels.
We walk out through the foyer, and the limo is parked and waiting. Alan is standing next to the door.
“Hello, Alan.” I smile as we approach as if I don’t have a care in the world.
Alan smiles and nods in acknowledgment.
Jameson stays silent. He holds his hand out for me to get in first. I climb in and shuffle over the seat, and Jameson gets in beside me.
A folded newspaper sits on the seat, and I pick it up and begin to read.
Jameson stares at me, and I know it’s his paper. Well, too bad—I got it first. For ten minutes, I read in silence. There is none of my fake news today. Hmm. I wonder if this has a correlation to me not having it to Hayden by four yesterday. I think about it for a moment. I’m going to test this theory today. I’ll have a story to him by three and see what happens.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asks.
“I’m going out with Ava,” I lie as I pass the paper to him.
“I told you I didn’t want you going clubbing with her.”
I smile. The nerve of this control freak. “What I do when I’m not with you is none of your business, Jameson.”
“So now you’re going to be all dramatic?”