Kat’s done kissing Sarah and now it’s my turn. She bends down, obviously intending to chastely kiss my cheek—but I stand abruptly, grab her face, pull her sexy little body firmly into mine, and devour her lips. My tongue slides inside her mouth and instantly leads hers into sensual movement.
Kat yelps with surprise and throws her arms around my neck, her tongue responding to my entreaties with extreme enthusiasm.
I press myself into her even harder, suddenly overcome with so much arousal, I can barely stand, and she runs her hands through my hair.
Oh, God, I’m light-headed. Every nerve ending in my body is in overload, surging with pleasure and relief. Oh, God, yes, she tastes incredible, better than I’d even imagined. And she smells fucking amazing. Our tongues swirling and intertwining feel electrically charged. Oh my fuck, if we were alone in my room the way I’d originally planned to finally kiss her, her clothes would already be off and my cock inside her. It’s just that good.
But, shit, we’re not alone.
Fuck.
Contrary to every primal urge coursing through my body, my lips release hers.
She pulls away from me, her lips red and her eyes smoldering.
I clutch my chest and smile at her. “I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime to do that,” I say softly.
“Why the hell did you wait so long, Playboy?” Kat breathes, pressing herself into my hard-on.
“Gee, I wonder why.” I press my forehead against hers, grinning broadly.
“So does this mean you’re finally gonna tell me?” Kat says.
I nod. “You win,” I whisper, almost inaudibly. “God help me, you little terrorist, you win.”
Kat laughs and sits back down, grinning from ear to ear, a living portrait of victory, but when she sees Henn’s face across the table, her face instantly falls.
“Oh, Henny. I’m sorry,” she says.
Henn shakes his head. “No, it’s great. You’re both the best.” He swallows hard. “Indubitably.” He tries to smile.
“Hey, Henn—” I say.
“No, really.” He waves me away. “I’m good.”
But, clearly, he’s not good. Not good at all.
Kat gets up from her seat next to mine and works her way around the table to Henn. She grabs his shoulders emphatically and stares into his eyes. “You’re the best. I’m proud to call you my friend.” She kisses him on the cheek.
But he’s clearly heartbroken.
Shit.
The waitress arrives with the tequila shots Kat ordered and Sarah leads the charge on raising our drinks in the air. “To the Party Girl with a Heart of Gold and the Hacker,” Sarah says, clearly trying to cheer Henn up. “A couple ofmill-ion-aires.”
“Here, here,” I say.
“Yeah, well, let’s not put the cart before the horse,” Kat says, putting down her empty shot glass. “There’s still the little matter of actually getting the money.”
“Oh, we’ll get it—don’t you worry,” Henn says.
I grab Kat’s hand under the table and squeeze it and she leans into me.
“Those fuckers almost killed you, baby,” Jonas is saying to Sarah. “They owe you a shitload more than three million bucks. Plus, you’ve been our fearless George Clooney through all this—you deserve it.”
“One hundred percent,” I say.
“No, I can’t—”
