Page 61 of Say My Name

“Are you two leaving?”

Dominic stands and holds out his hand.

I take it.

The driver gives Dominic the cake box and opens the rear door for me. I slide across the leather seat, and Dominic gets in beside me.

“Her address,” he tells the driver.

Neither of us speaks once the car pulls away.

His knee touches mine.

We leave it there.

The memory of that first kiss has been a low hum all week. Tonight added the weight of his hand at my waist, the heat of his mouth at my ear, the unsettling fact that he charmed my friends effortlessly.

I turn my head.

Dominic is already watching me.

He doesn’t reach for me. He waits through the rest of the ride with his leg pressed to mine and his hands loose on his thighs.

“Are you going to kiss me again?” I ask.

“Do you want me to?”

“You keep making me decide.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m your boss and Cliff’s best friend. I won’t use either position to take a choice from you.” His voice drops. “Even when I want you.”

The last words land differently, a low current of heat that has nothing to do with the rules and everything to do with breaking them.

I turn toward the window because that answer makes me want to climb into his lap while his driver is six feet away.

When we reach my building, he carries the cake through the lobby. I press the elevator button without explaining why I expect him to follow.

The doors open, and we step inside alone.

I select my floor. Dominic sets the cake on the narrow ledge below the panel, and the small space of the elevator shrinks when he turns toward me.

His shirt is open at the throat. The restraint in his face looks painful now.

He takes one step closer. “Are you sure?”

He asks once, plainly, without treating the ride home as permission.

I grab the front of his shirt. “Yes.”

His hand cups the back of my neck, and his mouth comes down on mine.

The kiss beside my car had a waiting driver and my family on the other side of the house. Now we’re alone. Dominic pulls me against him, and I kiss him hard enough to make him stumble half a step.

A rough sound leaves him as his arm locks around my waist. His tongue slides into my mouth, and the firm pressure of his erection against my stomach wipes out every thought except getting closer.