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The car I ordered pulls up beside us, and I let out a sigh. All I need to do now is get her back to the apartment and into bed. Alone. Then I’ll deal with myself.
The ride to the apartment is short, but Sloane is already nodding off on my shoulder as the driver stops for us.
I carefully help her out of the car. She’s still standing but leaning heavily on me, her head drooping onto my shoulder. I’m relieved she’s almost asleep because at least now she isn’t trying anything.
“Have we arrived?” she asks, blinking slowly as I turn on the light.
“Yes, we’re here.”
“I need to throw up.”
“Shit.” I pull her toward the bathroom, getting her there just in time as she leans over the toilet and vomits. I hold her hair back from her face as she hunches over again.
Apparently finished, she plops down on the floor. “I think that’s it,” she groans. “No, not yet.” She leans over the toilet again and retches. I hold her hair and gently stroke her cheek, trying to soothe her.
I wait a few minutes to make sure she’s done, then I help her to her feet and wash her face.
“Drink,” I say, holding a glass of water to her lips, which she empties despite her protests. “You’re still going to have a nasty headache in the morning, but this will help a bit.”
She obediently finishes another full glass of water with her eyes closed.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
“Yes, that’s good.” She smiles with her eyes half-closed.
I lay her on her bed, and she pulls me down with her, her soft body colliding with mine. I wait until she drifts to sleep, then I release her arms from around me so I can stand.
Staring down at her, I whisper, “You have no idea how much I want to make love to you, and you never will because it will never happen, and by morning you’ll forget all of this. Good night, beautiful Sloane.” I run my hand through her hair and briefly caress her face.
She sighs softly and stirs, causing my control to waver. I sigh, clench the edge of the blanket in my fist and cover her body.
I tasted her. I kissed her, and now I know how she feels, what she tastes like. And damn, I want more of her.
I head for the kitchen and pour myself a whiskey. I didn’t touch alcohol at the club, unlike the others, because I saw the evening as a business meeting, and I never drink at work meetings.
In fact, I hardly ever drink outside of home. I don’t trust anyone, and even with a little alcohol, a person risks lowering their guard. If there’s anything the past has taught me, it’s that if you lower your guard, someone will take advantage.
I down the whiskey in one gulp and grimace as the liquidburns my throat. I close my eyes and bring up her image—her flushed cheeks, her lips swollen from my kiss, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. The image shifts, and I watch her licking her arousal in front of me.
I would want to make her climax on me, under me, on my mouth every day. But it must never happen. It cannot happen.
Chapter Sixteen
SLOANE
Itoss and turn in bed, the pain pounding in my head like tiny hammers.
Squinting one eye open, I thank God the room is dark. Rolling onto my side, I peer at the tall glass of water and pills next to my bed. Did Logan leave these for me? Barely lifting my head, I swallow them down.
What happened yesterday?
We were at the club, dancing…
I drank too much. That I remember.
I knew I was drinking more than I could handle, but I was so nervous, and the alcohol helped me relax. And then, the way Logan looked down on me pissed me off.
He treated me like a child. Just because he told me to stop, I downed a few more shots. Flashes of me sitting on his lap, grinding against him and kissing him, float before my eyes. An amazing,sensual kiss.
