Nights With Him(16)

He shifted to his back, tucking his hands behind his bed, and staring at the ceiling. Too bad the room didn’t have an hourly rate, because they’d only used it for thirty minutes.

The sound of a siren echoed in the distance, the noise of New York inserting itself into another moment. The room closed in on him, suddenly too small, too empty as he longed for both her company and her body.





CHAPTER FIVE

ONE NIGHT WITH HER


Your 2 p.m.

Jack wiped the slight sheen of sweat from his forehead and took aim, cleanly delivering the basketball through the net.

“Did you miss me last night?” Nate asked as he grabbed the ball.

Jack laughed. “Not one bit.”

Nate raised an eyebrow as he dribbled the ball between his legs. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

His friend knew him too well. But then, any man would know what he meant, because that’s where a man’s mind was most of the time. Nate was no different. Besides, now that Nate’s friend Bryan had settled down with Nate’s sister, Jack was the one regularly quizzed about his late-night antics. He hadn’t had much to say lately though, and he certainly hadn’t shared details of his sex life with Aubrey back when they were together. Though his times with her had never been as exciting as only one night with Michelle.

It was okay that he was the quieter one when it came to the morning-after report. Nate usually had enough fodder for the both of them.

“Maybe it does,” he said as Nate took his turn shooting.

“And does that mean you’ll be the one canceling drinks next time?” Nate asked as Jack grabbed the ball.

“You know what? It just might mean that. But for a much better reason than working late on a deal.”

“That deal is going to make my company a lot of money¸ though.”

“That’s a good thing then.”

“Yeah, but not as good as other things.”

He flashed back to last night. To Michelle’s body, half-naked. He’d need to get the rest of her clothes off tonight.

“You’re right. Definitely not as good as other things that I’m going to engage in again tonight,” he said with a wicked grin.

“Lucky bastard,” Nate whistled as the ball sailed through the net.

Maybe he was talking about the ball. Or maybe he was talking about the possibility of another time. The latter was a hell of a lot more exciting.

So exciting that he sent Michelle a text as soon as they finished shooting hoops that morning.

J: Are you still holding me to that foursome of orgasms tonight? Because I plan on delivering.

M: Four? Consider me game.

He texted her on and off throughout his day, until it was time for his appointment, and even then he kept up the volley on his walk to the Lexington Avenue building.

* * *

M: By the way, did I tell you that I woke up this morning thinking about what you did to me against the wall?

J: Did you touch yourself?

M: What do you think?

J: That you had that gorgeous sexy O mouth going on this morning in your bed.

M: Maybe I did

J: Would love to see that. Fingers or toys?

M: Both. And if you want to know more, you’ll have to take me to dinner.

J: That can be arranged, but I’m going to need to eat food, and eat you.

M: How about you make arrangements for the former, and I do for the latter?

J: I’ll make reservations at a restaurant. I might need to taste you first though. Not sure if I can wait. I’ll text you later. I have a meeting in five min. Walking into the building now.

M: Mmm . . . I like the way you think . . . and I have an appt too. Can’t wait to see you again.

J: Can’t wait to see you.

Michelle grinned wickedly as she turned her personal phone to silent, then tucked it into a desk drawer. She always gave her clients supreme focus, and that included not only silencing the phone, but placing it completely out of sight. Besides, Jack was already front and center in her mind; she didn’t need to clutter her thoughts with even more of him when she had to focus on her next patient. He was some kind of magic, though; he’d been the only man whose touch had made her forget Clay. She hadn’t thought of her good friend once last night. Jack had been so overpowering, so dominant that there was no room for anyone but Jack in her head and heart.

He was a good drug, the kind who could wash away the bitter aftertaste of unrequitedness.

Now, here in the light of day, her mind tripped briefly back to Clay. She’d been in love with that man for ten years, and it sucked that he hadn’t loved her back. She’d hoped that Liam, the charming actor she’d dated a few months ago, would blunt her feelings. But as she flipped open her laptop to check on her next appointment, Michelle knew there hadn’t been enough of a spark with Liam—there wasn’t a true light-up-the-night ignition that could erase the past.