“You know none of us are leaving you alone. It doesn’t matter where you go.”
His hand fell to my stomach and he hid his face against my neck. “I don’t want to miss a second with you before you leave. I barely see you as it is.”
“We can fix that,” I promised. “And I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”
“After your list…”
“I’ll still be here.”
His brows carved a skeptical line across his forehead, pulling a laugh out of me.
“We have time, Chris. So much more than you think.”
His next exhale brought a slow uncoiling of his tense muscles. The more he relaxed, the more I sank into his lap. When he laid his head on my chest, I ran my hand over his tight curls.
“I swear to God, you’d overthink your name if you had a chance,” I teased. “I know it’s probably overwhelming getting everything you want at once. Your place is ready. Your bar is thriving. And you have us. It’s a lot, but you’re the best person it could happen to. You’re so worthy, baby.”
“Sweetheart,” he started, looking up at me.
“Just say I know.”
All he did was stare at me, his gaze as unrelenting as my command. “I know.”
Even breaths tickled my skin as I leaned over to grab the forgotten champagne.
I twisted until the cage was off before handing it to Christian for him to do the rest.
“Open your mouth,” I commanded softly once the bottle was back in my hands.
For the second time tonight, he did as he was told. And I rewarded him with a heavy-handed pour before turning the bottle to my lips.
The bubbles on my tongue and the heat of his skin sent a shiver sneaking up my spine.
“Happy birthday, Christian. And congratulations.”
The words had barely touched the air before he snaked his tongue around mine, kissing me nastily.
“I wanna taste it on you,” he said when I tried to pour more in his mouth.
He held me still on his lap and welcomed my sloppy kisses, sipping champagne from my tongue.
“Short ass dress,” he slurred a few sips later, fighting with the hem of my dress.
We were both one drunk decision away from fucking in his office with the door half open.
It was his fault the fabric of my dress was bunched around my hips. His fault I could feel every inch of his erection pressed against my ass. It was his fault I wanted to climb inside his skin and not come up for air.
“Rico, Soul, home.”
As choppy as the command was, I understood it. I wouldn’t be getting bent over a second desk tonight because he wasn’t touching me the way I wanted until we got home.
Tongue pressed against my cheek, I grinded against his lap and didn’t stop until I heard his muted hiss turn into a needy growl. “Harlow.”
Abruptly, I stood up and trapped my bottom lip between my teeth at the torment playing across his expression.
“Let’s go get Rico and Soul.”
Worth the Wait
