I pull the blanket around me, enjoying the view of his tattooed back. Damn. Every square inch of him is perfect.
“It’s James,” Ares says, reading through the multiple texts. “Sounds like there were shots fired at one of my buildings last night. Some domestic.”
“Is everyone okay?” I ask, my brows furrowing. In a city this populated, shit like this happens daily, but this is coming a little close to home.
“Sounds like it, but the police want me to come check it out to give some kind of inspection clearance,” he says as he climbs out of bed. And I instantly flush at seeing his completely naked silhouette in the mostly dark room. “Want to come with?”
I bite my lower lip and nod as he looks over his shoulder at me. Throwing the blanket off, I climb free of the bed. I step toward the bathroom, but in half a second, Ares is around the bed, wrapping his arms around my waist. I squeal as he picks me right up off the floor and buries his face againstmy neck.
“Fuck, it’s taking everything I have in me not to take you right here again,” he says as he sucks on my skin. “But you need to recover from last night. And we have to get going.”
I spin in his arms, my breasts pressed into his chest. Between us, his hard cock shows his readiness. “Tonight,” I say, raising one eyebrow. “You’re mine tonight.”
“Deal,” he says.
He smacks my ass as I turn and head back into the bathroom. I pin my hair up and take a quick shower while Ares gets dressed. When I’m finished, I pull on a sensible outfit and fix my makeup since I slept in it last night. Ten minutes after James texted, Ares and I head out of the apartment and into the elevator.
And it’s everything when I slip my hand into his when it’s just us. When he leans in and kisses me hard just ten seconds before the elevator door opens.
These moments are just for us. There are no witnesses. There’s no worry about if we’re being watched. We do these things because we want to. Because he is mine.
With his specialized sunglasses on, Ares and I stride out into the lobby. Sun streams in through the windows. With a wave to Laz, we head to the door that goes into the parking. Ares extends the helmet to me, and I climb on behind him.
Damn. This is the best as I wrap my arms around his waist. I can cling as tight to him as I want as we pull out onto the street. I don’t hold back as I rub my hand over his chest. Ares puts his left hand on my thigh, and everything in me feels alive.
A backpack. Isn’t that what a girlfriend on the back of a man’s bike is called?
I’m a very happy backpack.
Ares weaves his way through the traffic. It’s busy, considering it’sSaturday. We head straight south, navigating our way expertly until Ares rolls into Hell’s Kitchen. And he truly is an expert on finding parking in the city where it’s impossible to find parking. He pays for it, and then, hand in hand, we head down the street.
I spot James standing at a curbside, tapping away furiously on his phone. A police officer stands nearby, writing up something on a pad of paper.
“James,” Ares greats his property executor. James’ head snaps up, though I can’t see his eyes at all through his own special sunglasses.
“Ares,” James replies, standing straight and putting his phone into his pocket. “Sorry to have called you for this, but the cops said I couldn’t sign for it.”
“It’s the law,” the officer says in a monotone, bored voice. He doesn’t look up from whatever he’s writing.
James looks annoyed. “Anyway. Looks like the husband was drunk. Couple started fighting. The husband grabbed his gun and started firing off shots.”
“At his wife?” I ask for clarification, my brows furrowing.
“She said no,” the officer says, finally putting away his notepad and joining us. “He was just being an asshole who took no thought to the fact that he lives in an apartment surrounded by other apartments. By the time we got here, the guy had passed out. But, since the shots went through multiple walls into other units, we need the owner to come sign that you’ll have the plumbing and electrical inspected so there are no safety hazards.”
“Was anyone hurt?” Ares asks.
The cop presses his lips together in a tight line and shakeshis head. “Nah, just peekaboo holes between neighbors now. You’re welcome to go check out the damage if you like.”
“I need to do that?” Ares asks James, looking at him with this ‘you got this?’ expression.
“Yes, you do,” James says, and there’s an expression on his face that I can’t quite read.
“Go ahead, Mr. Hunt,” the cop says. “But if you’ll sign here that you’ll get your inspections, I’ll be on my way. Call if you have questions.”
Ares doesn’t hesitate as he signs the papers. And for the first time, I wonder if Ares just owns a few units in this place or the whole building?
With Ares, I never know.
