Always With You - Part Two(18)
Still beaming, I leave her to wonder about my meaning and I head for the office to gloat in private.
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Working with Sophie who is determined to flirt with Jason King, and watching Jason King who is investigating Sophie, makes for a disturbing and interesting night. The disturbing part comes from Sophie of course. She's nauseating. She is at her very best (which is, as much as I hate to admit it, good for business), lively and fun, casting her sexy glances at Jason at every possible opportunity.
The interesting part comes from watching Jason. Good Lord, that man is potent! His attention isn't even directed at me this time, but damn! I can still feel the heat from those whiskey eyes and the energy from that sexy smile. My heart and soul are taken, so I can look and enjoy from a distance. Which is totally what I'm doing.
A couple of times, when Sophie has been either engaged with a customer or had her back to Jason doing something at the cash register, he's glanced over at me and winked. All I can say is that Ginger had better be glad she's not working tonight. I'm not sure her fondness for Gavin could withstand the attention of a guy like Jason King.
I'm fond of his little winks. They're playful and almost … conspiratorial, like we're sharing a joke. Or a common enemy, which we are in Sophie. Those cute little gestures reassure me that he's no more under her spell than Cash is, penis or not. I love that he comes with superhuman powers to resist a beautiful woman. I like the guy already and I'm very encouraged that he'll get results.
When the crowd dies down enough that Sophie can handle them and flirting with Jason, I make a quick trip to the office. Cash is sitting at his desk, leaning back with his hands laced behind his head, deep in thought. I close the door and launch myself at his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"That Jason is-"
His finger to my lips cuts me off. He rolls his eyes toward the cracked apartment door and I cringe. "She's sleeping," he explains.
"I'm glad she can sleep through a lot of noise," I say in a hushed voice. I'm not sure why. My talking voice isn't much louder than the muted music on the other side of the office door.
Cash nods and smiles.
"Um, I think Jason is a very nice and competent guy. I can see where he and Gavin would … get along."
He nods again. "Come on."
He nudges me off his lap and takes me by the hand, leading me out the office door and to the exit that leads to the back of the club. He uses his key to deactivate the alarm and we slip into the night. When the door closes, the noise of the club is replaced with a shroud of quiet that falls down around us like a cozy blanket.
Before I can even ask what we're doing, Cash pushes me up against the rough brick wall and kisses me. And not just a quick peck, but one of those long kisses that leaves me breathless and achy. The languid swipe of his tongue along mine reminds me of the hundred of wonderful nights (and days and afternoons and mornings and evenings) that we've spent together, touching and kissing and licking.
When he raises his head, his breathing is labored, too. "Been wanting to do that all night," he says in his sexy-hoarse voice.
All I can hear is the beat of my own heart and my wispy gasps echoing off the brick walls that surround us in the little rear courtyard. For all intents and purposes, we are alone. In the cool, quiet night, we are finally all alone.
"If I'd known that, I'd have managed to get away sooner."
He nips my bottom lip with his teeth then pulls it between his own lips to suck gently. A little bolt of want shoots straight through me and lands in my core like a crack of thunder. Suddenly, I don't care what's on the other side of the door; I just want Cash's hands on me.
"You know it's rude to leave a girl in this condition, right?"
One raven brow arches over one raven eye. "Is that right? And what would you have me to do about it?"
My grin barely has time to form before I slide my tongue into his mouth and kiss him with everything I have, letting all that I feel for him flow between us. Suddenly needy, urgent, I fist my fingers in his hair, I press my bent leg into his hip, and I cry out with my every muscle and nerve for Cash to touch me.
And he does. His big hands skate along my sides, teasing the curve of my breast, brushing the dip of my waist, and digging into the meat of my ass.
I arch into him, into his hands, rubbing my body along the hard planes of his. I drag my palm down his stair-stepped abdomen and cup the thick ridge of his erection, desire pooling in my panties like a moist plea.