Shot in the Dark (Blackbridge Security #2) - Marie James Page 0,32

in my head. I handled myself like a boss for the first time in my life without having preplanned for it. I’m feeling like a complete rock star, nothing could bring me down right now. I’m ruling my own fucking world right now.

Then, I trip on the threshold walking onto the elevator.

Chapter 14

Whitney

I press my fingertips to my cheeks. I’m still flushed from that devastatingly amazing kiss last night, and I must’ve grinned all night in my sleep because my face is sore.

The perfect kiss. The perfect response. Even him tripping getting on the elevator was perfect. It made the night more real because Lord knows I thought I was in the middle of a dream when I saw him standing there through the peephole last night.

How could I get so wrapped up in that game last night that I forgot about the mic as I played with myself? Somehow, my little fantasy turned real and he heard every damn sound. I’m not embarrassed for coming. My body needed that more than I knew, but I have no idea what I said. Hell, I could’ve called him daddy for all I know.

Then he showed up and didn’t seem at all disappointed in the way things went down.

I always kiss a girl after making her come.

Even from three floors above my apartment, he made me come. He claimed it as if he were in the room with me, commanding me to give it to him. He owned it. Fuck, he’s beginning to own me.

Simon expresses his distaste for my still lounging in bed by walking in circles at my feet and bellowing like a fool. So, like any good cat mom, I climb out of bed to do his bidding.

Of course, he only thought he was hungry because he follows me back down the hallway when I leave the room to get changed into gym clothes.

“That’s rude,” I tell him as I zip up the front of my sports bra. “I could’ve stayed in bed longer.”

He meows at me again with his demands to be petted, uncaring that I’m busy.

I oblige because he’s the cutest thing in the world before finishing up with my clothes. I’m in the best mood as I wait for the elevator, refusing to get agitated when I end up having to take the stairs. I don’t even plan to cut my exercise short today. The orgasm was great last night, but I still have all sorts of other stuff built up, especially after that kiss that rivaled all other kisses last night.

My headphones are in, synched to an upbeat playlist before I even look around the room to see who else is in here. Instead of the angry old man in the corner, my eyes meet bright blue ones. They shine just above a smiling, knowing mouth. Are his lips swollen and tender this morning like mine are?

His tongue snakes out as if he can read my mind, and when he winks, my feet stutter on the treadmill.

I give him a little wave and vow to pay attention to what I’m doing, but after breaking eye contact with him, it’s impossible to keep my mind from the corner of the room. If I stare hard at the television on the wall, my vision adjusts and I can see just the edge of his gloved hands as he curls the bar from his waist to his chest.

Several times he catches me looking in his direction, but once I see the way his biceps flex, I can’t be bothered to be embarrassed. He doesn’t seem to mind either because his eyes are locked on me as well. He’s across the room and somehow, I still feel him on my skin.

Almost as if he’s possessed me in some way, I find it nearly impossible to look away. Once I manage, I quickly decide that it’s just too intense with him in here. Anyone that walks in will be able to feel the sexual tension between us.

I hit the stop button on the treadmill and scurry away, stopping by the first sauna room I come across because I’ve got to catch my breath before even attempting to get back on the elevator. I sit, the humid air making it difficult to breathe, deciding that maybe if I stay in here long enough, he’ll be gone by the time I get out and I can complete my jog.

Instead of leaving, he opens the door to the sauna room before closing us