together and it was…erotic.
They’d flirted and laughed and talked a little dirty. Attraction hummed between them, and she sensed he was feeling it too, a warm buzz of sexual tension. Of course, from what she knew of him, she could have been a potato and he’d be humming with sexual tension. The alcohol from the glass of wine she’d had at dinner and the beer also created a tiny buzz, which was probably why she didn’t slap his hand away when he reached out to move a strand of hair off her face.
“You have gorgeous hair,” Levi said. “But then, you’re pretty much gorgeous all over.”
This was what she expected from him…confidence and warm flattery that made her insides flutter. To distract herself from that, she said, “Earlier you told me I’m only pretty when I smile.”
He’d been flustered then, as if he’d lodged one of his Prada shoes in his throat, but she was teasing him. Now he just smiled. A slow smile that radiated sex and sin. Temptation. “I did not say that.”
When he lowered his hand, he set it on her bare knee. Tingles raced up her thigh, then up her spine. She breathed in. And out. She should be moving his hand away. She should be running out of there. His palm was warm on her skin, and his thumb brushed back and forth on the inside of her knee. She imagined his touch sliding higher up her thigh…and she wanted that. Heat washed down through her and she almost moaned out loud.
Their eyes met again. “Are we going to do this?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
She again swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. Her nipples tightened into hard, tingling points. Heat shimmered between them.
This was crazy. She was so attracted to him, on so many levels. She knew it was wrong. But the vulnerability he’d displayed, so at odds with his usual confident, cocky air, pretty much obliterated her good sense, and any resistance to him had vanished. “We need to pay the bill.”
Without a word, he reached for his wallet, pulled out several bills and tossed them onto the bar.
“I was going to buy you a drink,” she protested even as he was sliding off his stool. He took her hand to help her down, melting her insides a little more.
“Fuck it,” he muttered. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” He held her hand as he led them out of the bar. She tapped along with him in her heels.
“My place.”
She couldn’t believe she was going to say this… “The office is closer.”
He halted. Paused. Then kept going. “No way. No fucking way.”
She hurried to keep up with his long strides down the sidewalk. The sun had just set and the lights of the skyscrapers twinkled around them against the pale blue sky. “You’re probably right.”
They entered the building lobby and he punched the elevator button to go down. At this time of day, the elevator car was right there, and they stepped in and descended to the parking garage. He led her straight to a gorgeous silver Mercedes convertible.
“Nice car.”
“Thanks.”
Copywriters didn’t make that much money. But oh yeah…he was a Wolcott. And also, he’d worked on the Mercedes account.
He drove with the same casual confidence he did everything else, zooming out of the parking garage and onto South Wacker, negotiating traffic across the bridge then turning right.
“Where do you live?” she asked, while in the back of her mind a little voice chanted, You’re crazy, don’t do this, you’re crazy, don’t do this.
She ignored the pesky voice, buzzing attraction and the warm ache in her pussy overriding good sense.
“East Illinois. Near Lake Shore.”
“Nice.”
“It’s decent.”
And it wasn’t far, luckily. Minutes later they were again in an elevator, riding to the twenty-first floor. When he unlocked the door to his condo, she halted as a small shape hurtled at them in the darkness.
“Chuck!” Levi flicked a light switch and bent to pick up a dog.
The dog wriggled and whined and swiped his tongue at Levi. He paused, looked at Sloane, then went back to attacking Levi with kisses.
“This is Chuck,” Levi said. “Chuck, this is Sloane.”
“You just introduced me to a dog.”
“Of course. He needs to know who you are.”
She rolled her eyes, smiling. “A spaniel?”
“King Charles. Hence the unimaginative name.” Levi set the dog down and Chuck approached her, feathery tail wagging. She leaned down and held out the back of her fingers for him to sniff. “Do you like dogs?”
She stared