Page 16 of GDL

My body is clamped against his, his hard cock pressing into mine. "You're right.Protectis the wrong word." The corners of his mouth tip up. "I meantravage."

His chest is rising and falling fast, but it's his eyes that have a lock on me. They're blue flames, burning with a forbidden desire I recognize too damn well. He wants me just as much as I want him.

I slide my fingers up his bobbing throat. "Careful what you wish for."

His hands brace the sides of my face. "Stop making me wish, then, and just kiss me already."

See ya, professionalism. It was nice knowing you.

My lips crash against his, driven by an insatiable need that's been brewing since the moment we met. His fingers charge into my hair as he hooks his leg around my waist, pulling me in even closer.

I explore the seam of his lips with my tongue, enjoying the lingering aftertaste of his cold brew. His lips part, inviting me inside, and as I sweep inside his mouth, I tell myself to slowdown, to enjoy this moment because who knows how many more moments like this we're going to get.

I successfully bypass the laundry list—pun unintended—of reasons why I know any fantasy of being with Kynan is just that, a fantasy, and focus on deepening the kiss. I slip my hand between our bodies, fondling his massive bulge.

"Wait." A thought occurs to me, and I pull myself off him and start searching the ceiling corners of the elevator. "There." I point to a camera.

Kynan moves to see over my shoulder. "You in the mood to put on a show?"

"No." I spin around and frame his face in my hands. "I don't want anyone seeing you but me."

The possessiveness of my words takes us both by surprise. I try to clarify what I meant but only end up stammering a few times. WhatdidI mean?

"It's fine." Kynan runs his hand through my hair, his eyes sparkling even in the dim lighting. "I like it."

"You do?"

Kynan nods.

The momentary break has made room for some of my doubts to return. Pick a reason, any reason, why we can't be together. "You realize I'm completely too old for you?" It's the first thing that comes to mind.

His arms curl around my waist, and my dick pulses. "Based on what?"

"My date of birth."

"I don't see that as a problem."

"All right. How about this? My youngest son is older than you."

He winces. "Yeah. Okay. Maybe don't mention that ever again. Look…" He cups the globes of my ass with a solid grip. "We're both adults, and we both like each other. Correct?"

"Correct."

"I promise you that what's happening between us won't affect your interview. I'm on your side. I'll do whatever you need me to do to make this the blockbuster comeback story you want it to be."

That quells some of my concern but doesn't eliminate it entirely. We're so close to the finish line. The interview will be done and dusted in a few days. Why can't I wait until then? How have I allowed myself to lose all self-control and discipline?

The elevator jolts back to life, and we're moving again. Kynan steps back, fixes his hair. I tuck my shirt back into my pants to make myself more presentable.

The doors open on the ground floor. People are waiting to get in. We get out, and it's strange being back out in the world, like nothing's happened.

"I want this," Kynan says, quietly but firmly, as we march toward the revolving doors. "Do you?"

"Fuck yeah," I growl, trying to keep the volume low since we're surrounded by people.

We shuffle into the same wing of the revolving doors. "Then let's do it, Sawyer."

Twenty minutes later, we're in my hotel room, picking up where we left off in the elevator. Well, we're a little past where we left off—our clothes are scattered all over the room, most on the floor, one of my socks covering a lampshade.

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