Cate shakes her head. “Unbelievable.”
“What’s unbelievable about it?”
“That you can do this.”
“I can do anything.”
“So I see.”
“Except convince you to…” I reconsider. “Never mind.”
“Convince me to what?”
I reach across the table and take her hand. “Quit your job.”
Irritation flashes across her face. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”
“It’s probably for the best.”
“Let’s not talk about work.”
“Let’s talk about something better.”
“What’s that?”
“Bed.”
She laughs, a beautiful, throaty sound. “Not in a place as fancy as this.”
“Are you sure you want to say no to me, Ms. Schaffer?” I inject just a hint of kink into my tone.
Cate bites her lip and looks at me with lust written across her face. “Not entirely.”
I stand up, tossing my napkin onto my seat. “Come with me.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Where?”
“Leave your purse. We’ll be back.”
I take her hand and pull her through the restaurant. It’s on the twentieth floor, and there’s only one thing above us: a private observation deck that’s only available to members such as myself.
I’m on her as soon as the elevator doors close, tasting the sweetness of her skin, covering her mouth with mine, running my hands over the curves of her hips. She moans into my mouth, her body fitting to mine, and doesn’t break the kiss until the elevator doors slide open.
The view of the city from here is breathtaking, especially now, when all the lights on the deck are off. It’s completely deserted.
“Let’s play a game.”
“What’s the game?” she says, staring around at the sea of city lights beneath us.
I guide her to the window.
“You give yourself to me, and I’ll make it worth your while.”
A wicked grin. “I like this game.”
“Hands on the glass.”
She hesitates.
“Hands on the glass, Ms. Schaffer.”
Cate steps forward and presses her palms against the thick glass, then spreads her legs, planting her heels firmly into the carpet. I run both hands over the swell of her ass, down the outside of her thighs, and lean forward to breathe into her ear. “You spread for me before I asked.”
“Was that wrong?” Her voice is a breathless whisper.
“No. It’s so right that I’m going to have to reward you for it.”
“How?”
Instead of telling her, I bend down and lift the hem of her dress, holding it against her waist with one hand while I tug down her panties with the other, tapping her ankle with one hand so that she steps out of them. For a final touch, I press the ball of lace into her mouth. She doesn’t resist, just arches her back and accepts it.
“Keep your hands on the glass.”
I unzip my pants, letting my rock-hard cock spring free, and move into position behind her. Cars speed by far below us, and lights twinkle on and off like stars.
Cate is already dripping wet when I press the head of my cock against her opening, my hands gripping her hips, and ease her back onto me. She moans, the sound muffled by the panties, as my girth stretches her, impales her, reminds her who she belongs to.
Her muscles contract around me, squeezing me as I fuck her, both of us high on the distance from the ground, on the way we’re in full view of anyone on the same level in the neighboring buildings, the power I have over her because she’s given it to me, the sweetest submission.
I fuck her until she has a tremendous orgasm, legs shaking, head thrown back, crying out into her own panties.
And then…
Then I take her back to dinner, give her an exquisite dessert, and watch the light of that climax shine in her eyes all the way through the sold-out Broadway show, the drive back to my penthouse…and into my bed.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Cate
I don’t want to leave Jax’s bed.
For the first time, instead of sleeping with me in the guest bedroom, he led me further down the hall to his own room. It’s the opposite of the guest room, which is swathed in white—white sheets, a white comforter, white accents.
Jax’s space is dark.
The walls are a rich slate color, and the silk sheets that cover his bed are a dove gray that seems like heaven to lie in. It’s calming in a way I hadn’t expected. Dark. Inviting. Strong. I’m safe here.
The last thing I want to do when I wake up on Monday morning, after a weekend of exploring everything Jax’s money can buy in the city—next weekend, he tells me, we’ll go to the Hamptons—is head in to work at the Basiqué offices.