Page 88 of A Dark Fall
“How was your day?” I ask.
His jaw clenches instantly before releasing. “Fine,” he says, tone clipped.
“Okay.” I shift around in my seat and stare straight ahead. The matter’s closed. Of course it is. From the corner of my eye, I see him turn his head to look at me.
“Sorry. Just work stuff.” His tone is softer now. “Things got a bit heated with ... one of our suppliers. Sorted it though.” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He reaches over to take my hand in his again. “Everything’s good, baby, honestly.”
“Okay.” I nod, squeezing his hand in mine. “Well, I had a patient have a heart attack in my office today,” I say.
“Shit, really? Did you have to give CPR?” he asks, sounding fascinated. It makes me want to tell him I had to perform open-heart surgery on the floor.
“No. It didn’t get that far. Ambulance got there before that. It’s frightening though because he thought it was nothing. If he hadn’t happened to be in my office, he could have died.”
“So, you saved his life.” He honestly sounds no less impressed by the fact I picked up a phone and didn’t have to massage a man’s heart back to life. It makes my cheeks warm.
“You’ll stay with me tonight?” I ask him.
“That a question or a demand?”
“Mmm, well, I’d like to think I don’t need to demand.”
“Well, maybe I like it when you’re in control.”
I laugh at this. “And when am I ever in control with you?” He gives orders, and people follow them, including me.
He sighs softly. “You’re always in control, Alex.”
“Well then, I guess that means you’ll be staying the night with me.”
“Yes, Doctor, I will most definitely stay the night with you.” He shifts slightly in the driver’s seat as he changes gear, spreading his thighs open a little wider. As he does, some sex demon takes a hold of me, and I lean over to place my hand on the muscular thigh. It flexes under my fingers, warm and strong. When I slide my hand higher, grazing it over the front of the rich fabric of his trousers, he groans quietly, the length growing harder instantly.
Heat blooms across my entire body.
He flashes me a look of warning. “Thought you were worried about being late.”
“I am.”
“So then, you don’t want me to find somewhere we can park up ...?”
My thighs clench tightly, need curling deep in my stomach. The thought of it.
“We’re already really late,” I murmur, biting hard on my lip. My ears feel too warm.
He spreads his thighs a little wider still, encouraging me. “True. We’d have to be really fucking quick. I mean, I’m pretty sure I could make you come for me pretty fast ...”
“Jake,” I whisper, my cheeks burning now too. I think about it though. Fast and hard and rough in the back of his car. It was a Jake fantasy once.
We’re only about five minutes from Rob’s, but we’re already half an hour late. Plus, where on earth would we do that around here? It’s leafy suburban Epsom. Reluctantly, I draw my hand away from his thigh and place it back in my lap.
“Let’s wait,” I say.
He makes a disappointed noise. “Your call ... Gonna be thinking about fucking you in the car on the way home all night now though.”
I cover my face with my hand and laugh, but I know I’ll be thinking about it too.
There are already a few cars outside Rob’s, which tells me we’re most definitely the last to arrive. Jake pulls in and parks behind Rob’s Range Rover, saying he’ll come out and move it if they need him to.
“Guess I’d better do something about this then,” he says, glancing down between his thighs. He fumbles with the bulge straining the front of his trousers and gives me an accusatory look.