her voice soft. “So ready.”
He brought her down, sinking down. They both groaned. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she took him. It was a tight fit—a holy-shit-nothing-has-ever-felt-this-good tight fit—and he paused, just breathing for a moment.
Then Jocelyn started moving.
He let her set the pace, watching her move up and down on him, her knees on the leather seat, her hands gripping his tux jacket, her eyes on the lights and traffic and buildings outside the car.
Pleasure and other emotions—affection, happiness, more that he wasn’t quite willing to name—built as she moved, her pace picking up naturally.
Finally he couldn’t hold back. He moved a hand between them, finding her clit with his thumb, rubbing and circling. She gasped and then moaned. “Yes, there.”
“I’ve got you, love,” he said, his voice gruff. “Whatever you need.”
“Faster.” She took a breath and tipped her head back, her hair spilling down her back. “Harder.”
He circled her clit faster and leaned in, taking a nipple in his mouth, as he surged up into her. Faster and harder he could definitely do.
It only took a few more strokes to send her flying, and he was right behind her, thrusting into her, chasing that completion that had never been as good as it was with her.
“Fuck! Yes, Josie! Yes!”
Her body gripped him, and he emptied himself, a groan erupting that seemed to come from his bones.
She slumped against him, her arms around his neck. She rested her chin on her arm on top of his shoulder as she caught her breath, and Grant realized she was looking at the lights as she recovered.
He chuckled and ran a hand up and down her back. “And that’s limo sex.”
She sighed. “Wow, I really liked it.”
“Me too.”
She pulled back and looked down at him. “Thanks.”
He lifted a brow. “Thanks? Seriously? This is the best limo ride I’ve ever had.”
Something flickered in her eyes.
“What?” he asked when she didn’t reply.
“I was trying not to say that I hope it’s the best limo ride you ever have. Ever.”
And this was where things got complicated. Because it was very likely this was the best limo ride he’d ever had, and it was almost over, and he didn’t want it to end. Or he at least wanted to know he could do this all again with her—not just the sex either, but the lights and the laughter and the teasing and getting to know her.
For a guy who didn’t want to get involved and have a woman too dependent on him—emotionally or otherwise—that all sounded, well, pretty involved.
“It honestly makes me dread riding in a limo with any of the guys at any point in the near future,” he said, trying to lighten the tone.
“Why?” But she was almost smiling.
“Because if I replay all of this and Dax is sitting across from me, he’ll notice me daydreaming and give me all kinds of shit.”
Her smile grew, and Grant felt the band around his chest loosen slightly. “You don’t seem like the daydreaming type.”
“I’m not.”
“But you might daydream about me in a limo someday?” she asked.
God, she was so fucking cute. And sweet. And he would absolutely daydream about her. Dammit.
“I think the odds are actually quite good,” he admitted.
She grinned. “I’ll take that.” Then she slid off his lap, and they both worked to get cleaned and straightened up, at least enough to walk through the hotel lobby to the elevators.
Grant was glad that she was placated by the idea of him just remembering their limo ride together fondly. But he should have left it at that. He should have probably even withdrawn a little now that he saw her getting attached. He should definitely have banged her against the bathroom counter or something, reminding them both that they were fuck buddies with health insurance benefits.
Instead, he cuddled her. All night long. His arm over her, her butt tucked against his groin, her hair spilling all over the pillow, his nose buried in her neck. And after she’d fallen asleep, he realized she’d worn her wedding ring to bed.
And so had he.
Grant’s seminar wasn’t boring.
Josie was actually surprised by that. It was a seminar, with a PowerPoint presentation given in a hotel conference room, and it was about managing finances and budgets and investments.
It should have been boring.
But she was fascinated.
It didn’t hurt that he looked hot. He was in a dress shirt and pants with a jacket, but no tie. And while the suits always did something to her, it wasn’t that or