I squinted at him. “This counts as an official date, right? You’re not going to be withholding any more sex?”
He rolled his eyes. “Bloody hell, I’ve created a monster.”
Chapter 18
Parking is sexy?
Felix
Lucy was running out of the house as I pulled up outside her flat in Putney, and her eyes were smiling. I couldn’t see her mouth due to her huge scarf. She wore a bobble hat pulled down low over her ears with her hair poofing out from under it and that long puffa coat that made her look like she was walking around in a sleeping bag. And yes, her Uggs were on her feet.
“I told you to wait, and I’d come to your door,” I said as she skipped to me. A one-woman homing missile, only stopping when she collided with me, her gloved hands landing on my chest and her excited face smiling up at me. Her nose was pink under her freckles, her eyes bright, and I felt my chest squeeze with the unexpected force of my feelings. She was just that adorable. It was almost scary. My arms closed around her, and I pulled down her scarf to get to her mouth for a brief, hard kiss.
“I missed you,” she breathed when I pulled back slightly, and I started chuckling.
“You only saw me six hours ago,” I teased, and she gave me a grumpy look.
“Didn’t you miss me? Not at all?”
“Nope,” I said, slinging my arm around her and leading her over to the car. “I had work to do. I didn’t think about you for a second,” I lied.
She harumphed as I opened the door for her and crowded her into the passenger seat. I’d decided to take the car myself tonight, determined to stay sober and keep at least some of my self-control around Lucy. I smiled when I got into the driver’s seat and glanced at her. Her arms were crossed across her chest, and she was still frowning. After cranking the heat right up on the console, I leaned over Lucy and grabbed her seatbelt to pull it across her body, clicking it into place but not moving back; instead, my hand slid up her jaw, turning her face to mine and I kissed the corner of her mouth softly.
“Do you want to hear that I couldn’t get anything done today? That I’ve probably fucked up a multi-million-pound deal because all I could think about were these freckles.” I kissed her nose then my voice dropped lower as I started kissing down her neck. “That I couldn’t get the taste of you out of my mouth, couldn’t get those breathy little sounds you make when you come out of my head? That my hands have been itchy all day to feel your soft skin? That I’ve been hard as nails wanting to bend you over my desk and fuck you till you scream.”
“Er… w–well, yes,” she stuttered out as I gave her small earlobe a light graze with my teeth, and she shuddered in her seat. It took all my self-control, but I pulled back and gave her thigh a couple of pats and a brief squeeze through her coat. There was a short pause before she cleared her throat.
“For the record, I’m pro dirty talk,” she said, and I chuckled. “I might have to work up to it myself, but I give you leave tocontinue along the same dirty talk lines.” A short pause again, then, “And I’mverypro the desk thing. Just so you know.”
I groaned, rock hard again. When I spoke, my voice was just a little strangled. “Right. Feedback received and noted. Now that we’ve established that, let’s go.”
“Well, we don’t have to gonow,do we?” Lucy said, glancing up at the house she’d just come out of and then back at me. Her cheeks were pink, and she was biting her lip. “I mean, we could…”
“Lucy,” I said in a firm tone. “I’m taking you on a bloody date. Stop trying to take advantage of me.” I smirked as she sucked in a furious breath.
“I am not taking advantage, Felix Moretti!”
“I can’t blame you really,” I said in a resigned tone. “Not when you’re confronted with all this.” I swept my hand up and down my body to emphasise my point before checking the mirrors to pull away from the curb. Lucy giggled.
“You always were an arrogant sod,” she muttered as we drove down the leafy street.
I gave her a quick smirk. “You love it. Listen, FB. We’ll have plenty of time for horizontal fun. There’s a ton of other stuff we haven’t tried.”
“There is?” She sounded excited now, and I held back another groan, resisting the urge to perform a dangerous U-turn and take her back to her place. I swallowed and gripped the steering wheel harder.
“Lucy, we are going out on a proper date.” It was a promise to myself as much as to her.
“Alright,” she said in that same grumpy tone, sitting back in her seat and crossing her arms again.
“How have you managed to afford this flat anyway, Luce?”
“Er… well I got a really good deal.” She cleared her throat, seeming nervous, which I didn’t quite understand. “So, what’s the plan?” Her voice was high-pitched now, but I allowed the abrupt change of subject.
“The food at the pub’s pretty good. None of those tiny little canapés or the fizzy wine you hate so much.” I gave her a side-eye, and she rolled her eyes. “So I thought we’d get there early and eat. The others won’t arrive till nine-ish. Vics never eats out really anyway.”
“Oh right. How did it get so awkward with Ollie? You two were always good mates. You could cut the tension in that meeting with a knife.”
I sighed. “No, I’m still mates with Ollie, but he’s been pissed off since I made Vicky a partner. He’s weirdly protective of her. Vicky’s… well, she’s unique.”
