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“Whatever will we do…,” Margot said softly, turning so that she could slide a leg on either side of me.
“Easy there, little one… I’m not sure what you’re insinuating.”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
“Gladly.”
***
Margot
I’d never seen anything like the New York Public Library. And while my home state of Missouri claimed some absolutely beautiful landscapes, there was nothing that compared to standing in the Rose Gallery and looking up at some of the most iconic rooms in history.
I was in heaven.
I may have come here to read, but as I dragged Jamie from room to room, I didn’t have time to do that. When I voiced my concern to Jamie, he kissed the tip of my nose and promised that we could come back another time, as soon as I deemed it an appropriate time between spoiling.
People were milling around, but he made me feel like the only person in the whole world. Maybe it was the fact that his eyes followed me constantly or the sheer size of him blocked out the views of the other patrons, but after an hour of exploring, I was drunk on him and high on this chance he’d offered me.
And more than that, I was aching again. He’d teased me in the kitchen, toyed with me on the plane, and now I was feeling more than a little frantic to find out what the next step was. And how he would react to that bit of news I’d been too scared to drop on him yet.
He was a grown-ass man. He owned part of a law firm and an entire building full of tenants, which included me.
But he’d made a lot of sense this afternoon, telling me how he was more than his money, just like I was more than my debt.
I grimaced even now, thinking about it. “Jamie, let’s go find a place to sit.” I pressed my body against his, letting my hips grind against his crotch as I spoke. I wanted the message to be completely clear.
The way his jaw clenched told me he got the message loud and clear, as did the tug of his hand on my arm as he drew away from the crowds and guests and into one of the less exciting-looking spaces. Some kind of reference books were shelved here, and it was mercifully empty.
As soon as we turned a corner, looking straight into an abandoned nook, Jamie’s body slammed into me, his hands dropping to cup my ass and pull me up and around his waist.
“Sweet Jesus, I was trying to keep my hands to myself, little one, but you just keep tempting me with that smile, that sweet noise you make.” His teeth scraped at the delicate skin of my neck, and I moaned. “Oh God, yes, that one.”
Jamie’s hands slipped underneath my shirt, skating across my back before tightening once again. “What do you want, Margot? Use your words.” His voice was gruff.
I arched my back, desperate for his hands to keep going.
“No, no, no,” he said. “Not until you and I both know what you’re getting into.”
“Touch me, please,” I added quickly, my mouth searching for his.
He broke away, panting, “Where?”
“Everywhere,” I mumbled, hiding my heated face against his neck. My words seemed to invoke a certain level of calm in him, and suddenly we were moving again.
“Where are we going?”
His breath was hot against the side of my face. “Going somewhere that I can have access to both of my hands. If you’re going to let me touch you, little one, then I’m going to use every tool available.”
Moments later, I felt the firm press of a table under my ass as Jamie set me down. Instantly, my face was captured in his freed hands and his mouth was on me. This time there was no finesse, just desperate, almost punishing need that drove us together.
With a glance over his shoulder, Jamie shifted so that in the insane chance that someone walked in on us, they would only see his broad back and shoulders.
And my knees. Because even as he made that adjustment to our positioning, I was widening my knees, shifting to the edge of the table, desperate for more of that contact I’d had earlier, when I’d felt him all over.
“Jamie, please,” I whispered, my fingers catching on the edge of his jeans. My eyes were focused, my body shaking with urgency as I slipped my fingers below his waistband. As I skimmed towards the button holding them fastened, I ran my fingers over something smooth, hard, and incredibly hot.
I actually moaned. It was him, of course.
