shuffles out
of the elevator with his wife. I barely notice, concentrating
instead on staying upright and trying to manage my panting.
Jeez, I feel aching and bereft. Christian releases me,
lea一ving me to stand on my own two feet without leaning on
him.
Turning, I gaze up at him. He looks cool and unruffled,
his usual composed self. Hmm . . . This is so not fair.
“Ready?” he asks. His eyes gleam wickedly as he slips
first his index, then his middle finger into his mouth and
sucks on them. “Mighty fine, Miss Steele,” he whispers. I
nearly convulse on the spot.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” I murmur, and I’m
practically coming apart at the seams.
“You’d be surprised what I can do, Miss Steele,” he
says. Reaching out, he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear,
a slight smile betraying his amusement.
“I want to get you home, but maybe we’ll only make it
as far as the car.” He grins down at me as he takes my
hand and leads me out of the elevator.
What! Sex in the car? Can’t we just do it here on the
cool marble of the lobby floor . . . please?
“Come.”
“Yes, I want to.”
“Miss Steele!” he admonishes me with mock-amused
horror.
horror.
“I’ve never had sex in a car,” I mumble. Christian halts
and places those same fingers under my chin, tipping my
head back and glaring down at me.
“I’m very pleased to hear that. I ha一ve to say I’d be
very surprised, not to say mad, if you had.”
I flush, blinking up at him. Of course, I’ve only had sex
with him. I frown at him.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” His tone is unexpectedly harsh.
“Christian, it was just an expression.”
“The famous expression, ‘I’ve never had sex in a car.’
Yes, it just trips off the tongue.”
Jeez . . . what’s his problem?
“Christian, I wasn’t thinking. For hea一ven’s sake,
you’ve just . . . um, done that to me in an elevator full of
people. My wits are scattered.”
He raises his eyebrows. “What did I do to you?” he
challenges.
I scowl at him. He wants me to say it.
“You turned me on, big time. Now
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