Page 93 of Scandalous Lover

“I want you.”

Naomi’s eyes narrow seductively as she sets her glass downand closes the distance between us, pressing her chest right up against mine. I can smell her shampoo and feel the warmth of her skin through her thin tank top. I wrap my arms around her like I’ve been wanting to do for days and close my eyes, sinking into the essence of Naomi.

“I feel like it’s been forever,” she says, cheek still pressed against my collarbone.

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” I tease, holding her as tightly as I can without seeming like a madman.

“Honestly, those two days went so fast. In my mind, it’s like one long, amazing day.”

I smile, chin pressed into the top of her head. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

I didn’t get to see Naomi much over the course of the event, but I know she was at the resort working the whole time. I see the appeal for her, the lavish party and the thrill of getting to be part of it all. I know she needs some distraction right now from her own job drama, so I’m happy she was able to be included.

But now that it’s over, I’m even happier to be going back to Sam and Naomi, secret lovers. Sam and Naomi, kind of coworkers, gave me a bit of anxiety.

I let my arms drop and make my way over to a seat at the kitchen bar, where Naomi sets a small glass of wine in front of me. I take a sip gratefully, letting the cool, crisp liquid wash some of the stress of the day away. Unfortunately, the stress of being in this house won’t budge.

“I’m not going to lie, I do wish we were safe at my house.”

“Oh?” Naomi sets down her own glass and places both hands on her hips. “You want to wait until we’re all the way at your house?”

She already knows the answer, but I offer it anyway. “I don’t plan to make you wait.”

Naomi leans on the counter, mischievous smile on her lips. “Besides, it’s perfect. Don’t you feel it? Completely forbidden. We’re going to be so bad.”

I’m still a bit uneasy about the idea, but the last thing I want is to deny her anything.

And I have to admit. She’s right.

Just being in this house, knowing all my friends are boarding a helicopter right now, being taken far away, does inspire some bad behavior in me.

I say nothing, watching as Naomi turns and walks out of the kitchen, toward the hallway where I know her room waits. I raise myself off the stool and follow her, my fate signed and sealed.

She’s sitting against the low, wide window ledge on the far side of the room when I enter, clothes miraculously gone already.

“How did you manage that?” I ask, eyes narrowed as I take in her body.

“I’ve been practicing this whole thing in my mind for days.”

“Oh, really?”

She nods, lip held tightly between her teeth.

“What happens next?”

“You come over here and pull me to my feet.”

I obey, crossing the room slowly and taking one of her hands in mine, pulling her body into my arms. Her fingers are cold and a bit shaky. I wonder if she’s as nervous as I am, doing her best to pretend—just like me.

“What happens now?” I whisper, grazing my lips down her neck to her shoulder.

“Now you run your hands over my body.” Her whisper is just as low, nearly masking the desire in her voice.

Luckily, I’m paying close attention.

I let my hands graze down her arms and slide onto her torso, breathing in her soft sighs as she lets them escape.

“Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about this?” My nearly whispered words cut through the silence.

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