you say anything at all.”
“Yes,” I muttered, currently distracted by the way my panties ground against his growing cock. “Because we were in a public bathroom.”
“You didn’t seem to mind.”
“Again. Bad, bad influence.”
His hands lifted my skirt. “We could try again. Right here.”
“We’re almost to your apartment.”
He shrugged. “I can have him drive around the block.”
I shook my head, slipping off of his lap. “You’re filthy, Court Kensington. Straight filthy.”
“You bring it out in me,” he said, stealing another kiss.
I highly doubted that. If anything, he brought it out in me. I’d done stupid things like this in college, but that felt so long ago. Court made me act like an idiot. And worse, he made it so I almost didn’t mind.
The driver pulled over in front of Court’s building. I insisted that Court tip him extra after our display, which he did with no complaints. Then, he gestured for me to follow him upstairs to his penthouse.
Even though I’d been here a number of times since that fateful night when this had all started, it still unnerved me. It felt like a decision. One that I wasn’t certain on making. I wanted to be here. I wanted to have sex with him. I couldn’t deny that. But the rest of it… I didn’t know.
When we strode into his apartment, Court went right for the wet bar. “Drink?”
I sank into a chair. “I think I’m already drunk enough.”
He laughed as he poured himself a glass of amber liquid. “You have a pretty high tolerance.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t even seem drunk.”
“I have a very high tolerance.”
I laughed at that and then couldn’t stop laughing. “Court, what are we doing?”
“Having a drink?”
“But really?”
“Why do we have to be doing anything, Anna?” he asked, drawing me off of the chair and into his lap again. I straddled him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I just got out of a long-term relationship. You’re…” He didn’t finish that statement. We let the unsaid word married float between us. “Can’t we just have amazing sex? Because fuck, it’s amazing sex.”
“It is,” I admitted softly.
“Oh yeah?” he asked with that shit-eating grin.
“I’d tell you it’s the best sex of my life, but it would go straight to your head. And we both know that your ego needs no help.”
His eyes smoldered. “Best of your life?”
I mutely nodded once.
“I like that.”
“I thought you might,” I told him with a shake of my head. “Fuck, I’m going to need that drink.” I took it out of his hand and forced down a large gulp. I coughed at the scotch as it burned my throat.
Court took it back from me and finished it. “Going to see if we can make the best sex of your life happen again.”
Without preamble, he lifted me into the air and carried me into his bedroom.
Neither of us slept a wink that night.
16
Court
I yawned and stretched on my bed, blinking sleep out of my eyes. English and I had finally crashed around four or maybe five in the morning. I swatted my hand at my phone and saw that it was already noon. We’d slept straight through the morning.
My eyes drifted over to where she lay, curled up in my sheets. Her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow. Her still-naked frame covered only by the thin sheet, but I could just make out the curves of her breasts, hips, and ass. She had one hand extended toward me as if we’d fallen asleep, reaching for each other.
Selfishly, I wanted to wake her up with my head buried between her legs and start all over again. But I knew she was sore and needed the sleep. She’d feel me every time she moved for the next day or two at least. A smile touched my features at that thought.
Another yawn hit me. I probably should just pull her against me and try to get another hour or two of rest, but once I was awake, I was awake. So, I kicked off the covers, yanked on boxers and shorts, swiped my phone off the nightstand, and headed into the kitchen.
As I brewed a pot of coffee, I went through my messages. There was one from Robert, thanking me for coming to the party. Two from Poppy, insisting we meet up later. One from Camden that made me frown.
Heard you went to Dawson’s party last night with English?
Great. So, the news was already circulating. Of course, I could lie. At least to everyone else, I