I can feel myself blush as I look away. “No way.”
“I wasn’t asking. Dry your hands off and meet me on the roof. You have five minutes.”
“What? No. They will all know,” I hiss.
“Not if you make an excuse.”
“What if I don’t do it? What are you going to do?” His eyes narrow at the snark in my tone.
He gives me a smirk, looking over at Cleo who is oblivious to the whole thing as she mixes something in a bowl.
“If you’re not up there, I’ll come back down and throw you over my shoulder and take you out there myself. Trust me, they will all know what’s going on then.”
I shiver at his words. I will never admit it to him, but I love when he goes all caveman on me. The employees at work have definitely been privy to some of those antics before. Part of me wants to be embarrassed, but the other part relishes in the way the girls avoid him knowing he is mine. It’s the way I like it.
“Fine. Just go.” I roll my eyes at him.
Of course, he is going to get his way. He always does one way or another. Now to make an excuse to Cleo.
“Um, Cleo. I need to go check something.”
She glances up at me. “I’m not clueless.”
“What?”
I really didn’t think she’d been paying attention. She glances at the door before moving closer.
“Just don’t do it in our bedroom. Anywhere else is fair game.”
“You’re telling me to go have sex in your house? You’re not mad?”
She giggles. “Girl, go enjoy your husband. Seriously, dinner is all finished. I’ll hold them off for ten minutes for you, though. Live your best life.”
She pulls me in for a hug.
“You’re an amazing friend,” I admit.
“I know. I’ll distract them.”
We both head into the living room, but Cleo does as she promised, distracting everyone with some story that she has to tell right this second. I don’t see Autumn or Callum, so maybe Kenji is right.
I use the opportunity to sneak out the front door. It doesn’t even take me the full five minutes to find him huddling in the corner of the roof. There are some outdoor heaters on, but they are also in the light, where I know there are cameras.
“It’s fucking cold, Kenji.”
“I’ll warm you up.” He pulls me to him, spinning until I’m against the cold wall.
Then he drops to his knees, pulling my dress up to my hips. Then he kisses my center, right over my lace panties.
“You are a dream,” he whispers.
Then he pulls the fabric aside and dives in. He eats me like he’s a starving man, and I’m the last meal he will ever consume.
He doesn’t ease me into it. Instead, he uses his fingers to thrust into me as he sucks my clit until I’m seeing stars.
It must be a new record. I come in a matter of minutes, his name falling from my lips.
“Kenji, oh god.”
