Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,128

his tie and brought his laughing and gorgeous lips down onto mine. The kiss was just as hungry as I’d imagined it would be. The worst part was that we should have found a way to make a quickie happen, but we both knew everyone who wanted to check—and some asshole likely did—would know the elevator never lit up, showing it hadn’t gone anywhere. They probably already thought that we were fucking in here anyway—we should have just gone for it.

“You made it all worse, you know?” I said, pulling out of our kiss.

“I can handle the office,” Jim said, his voice returning to CEO-James mode.

“I’m not talking about that,” I said, feeling my flushing cheeks as the doors of the elevator opened and let us onto my floor again.

He smirked at me and pulled his phone out. As he typed, I looked for Addy, who was in some great conversation with Amir and Alyssa.

My phone buzzed as Addison ran to Jim. “I’ll see you tonight. Addy will be bringing lunch back for you two.” He winked, and after I kissed my daughter, they left like a king would with his little princess. It was a pretty beautiful sight.

My phone buzzed its second alert. I picked it up.

Jim: It might seem like I made it worse, but trust me, it’ll be worth it tonight.

Buzz again.

Jim: I’ve missed you

I smiled at the texts.

Avery: Yeah. About tonight. Addy will be in the house, remember?

Jim: We’re in the car now. Can’t text and drive. I’ll cover your mouth. I had a room made up for her. Will she sleep alone?

I covered my smile. Should I let him wonder? He did get me all worked up and piping hot for more in that elevator while he took off.

Avery: Yes, but it’s a new place. She’ll be very excited and not able to sleep, no matter how cool the room is. Sorry. You’re out of luck, buddy.

Jim: Might have to wear her out in the pool then. We’re leaving now.

Time for Jim to experience life as a parent, especially with a child who went full-steam ahead in new, exciting environments. Jack shit was happening tonight unless I set an alarm for three in the morning. I smiled, trying to imagine how this would play out with our first night together under one roof. I missed the hell out of him.

“Hey, sister,” Amir said with a laugh. “You going to survive? You haven’t seen him all week, and then he comes down looking like a hot piece. You have to be dying.”

“I’ll manage,” I said, trying not to agree with him too eagerly.

“Well, he certainly looked like a goddamn snack, if I do say so myself,” Alyssa said with a laugh. “Never thought he could get better looking than his airbrushed, front-page magazine covers. You lucky girl. That man is all yours.”

“What?” I laughed this stupid, nervous-excited laugh I didn’t realize I was capable of making.

“Oh, please,” Amir said. “The entire office saw that look on his face. Come to think of it.” Amir looked at Alyssa. “The three times I’ve seen Mr. Mitchell on the floor, he’s always looked like a dick—a gorgeous dick, but a dick nonetheless. Now he’s just—he’s totally chill.”

My office phone rang, and I answered it.

“Avery?” It was Larry. “Did I finally get the right extension?”

“Yes, Larry, you did. It’s Avery. What’s up?”

“Addison left her backpack and her stuffed puppy here. Mom just found it.”

“Shit,” I said, relieved. “It’s been hell this week without pup. I had to lie and tell her he must’ve found a lonely little girl who needed to snuggle with him. It was working, but staying at the beach house tonight might’ve been a nightmare without her little comfort pup.”

He laughed. “Well, we’ve got it, hun.”

“Addy and I will swing by and get it tonight.”

“I can meet you.”

“It’s not a problem. Jim’s getting off late anyway. It works out fine. Besides, Addy loves riding in her new car.”

“No kidding?” he said. “Okay. We’ll see you tonight, then.”

I texted Jim and told him that I had to head to Larry and Annette’s before driving to his place, and with traffic, the drive from downtown LA to Anaheim and then back to Malibu was going to be a massive bitch. It was a damn good thing we loved this car because we’d be arriving at Jim’s place about the same freaking time as he would be.

We’d finally made it to Larry and Annette’s at six-thirty. Traffic was a bear,