I took another bite and thought of the night ahead. I was eager. Ridiculously so. I was dying to see Gideon na**d. Dying to run my hands and lips all over him. Dying to have another go at driving him crazy. And I was damn near desperate to be under him, to feel him straining over me, pounding into me, coming hard and deep inside me...
"Keep thinking those thoughts," he said roughly, "and you'll be late again."
I looked at him with raised brows "How did you know what I'm thinking?"
"You get this look on your face when you're turned on. I intend to put that look on your face as often as possible." Gideon covered his plate again and stood, withdrawing a business card from his pocket and setting it down beside me. I could see that he'd written his home and cell phone numbers on the back. "I feel stupid asking this question considering our present conversation, but I need your cell phone number."
"Oh." I forcibly dragged my thoughts out of the bedroom. "I have to get one first. It's on my to-do list."
"What happened to the phone you were texting with last week?"
My nose wrinkled. "My mother was using it to track my movements around the city. She's a tad...overprotective."
"I see." He brushed the backs of his fingers down my cheek. "That's what you were talking about when you said your mom is stalking you."
"Yes, unfortunately."
"Okay, then. We'll take care of the phone after work before we head to the gym. It's safer for you to have one. And I want to be able to call you whenever I feel like it."
I set down the quarter of my burger that I couldn't eat, and wiped my hands and mouth. "That was delicious. Thank you."
"It was my pleasure." He leaned over me and pressed his lips briefly to mine. "Do you need to use the washroom?"
"Yes. I need my toothbrush from my purse, too."
A few minutes later, I found myself standing in a washroom hidden behind a door that blended seamlessly with the mahogany paneling behind the flat screens. We brushed our teeth side by side at the double sink vanity, our gazes meeting in our mirrored reflections. It was such a domestic, normal thing to do and yet we both seemed to delight in it.
"I'll take you back down," he said, crossing his office to the coatrack.
I followed him, but veered off when we reached his desk. I went to it and put my hand on the clear space in front of his chair. "Is this where you are most of the day?"
"Yes." He shrugged into his jacket and I wanted to bite him, he looked so delectable.
Instead, I hopped up to sit directly in front of his chair. According to my watch I had five minutes. Barely enough time to get back to work, but still. I couldn't resist exercising my new rights. I pointed at his chair. "Sit."
His brows rose, but he came over without argument and settled gracefully into the seat.
I spread my legs and crooked my finger. "Closer."
He rolled forward, filling the space between my thighs. He wrapped his arms around my h*ps and looked up at me. "One day soon, Eva, I'm going to f**k you right here."
"Just a kiss for now," I murmured, bending forward to take his mouth. With my hands on his shoulders for balance, I licked across his parted lips; then slipped inside and teased him with gentleness.
Groaning, he deepened the kiss, eating at my mouth in a way that made me achy and wet.
"One day soon," I repeated against his lips, "I'm going to kneel beneath this desk and suck you off. Maybe while you're on the phone playing with your millions like Monopoly. You, Mr. Cross, will pass Go and collect your two hundred dollars."
His mouth curved against mine. "I can see how this is going to go. You're going to make me lose my mind coming everywhere I can in your tight, sexy body."
"Are you complaining?"
"Angel, I'm salivating."
I was bemused by the endearment, although I liked its sweetness. "Angel?"
He hummed a soft assent and kissed me.
I couldn't believe what a difference an hour made. I left Gideon's office in a completely different frame of mind than when I'd entered it. The feel of his hand at the small of my back made my body hum with anticipation rather than the misery I'd felt on the way in.