“I know.” She nodded as they broke through the front door. He kept her close, walking them down the street, going who knew where. Just away. Her heels clacked over the sidewalk, catching on the cracks and toeing over the grates, until they rounded a long city block and stopped.

He couldn’t stay away and had to taste her kiss. She backed against a building’s brick façade. His shirt touched hers. The swell of her breasts pressed to his chest. He cupped her jaw, sliding his fingers into her thick hair.

“Congratulations, by the way.” He kissed her, and her welcoming response seared into his soul.

“I earned it.” Jenny knotted her hands into his starched button-down, sighing against his mouth.

The confidence in her words turned him on. Hours earlier, she’d been unsure if she would get the part, then she did, and she had realized that talent was on her side. Just yesterday, she’d wavered into their kiss, uncertain of him. But today, she teased him in a glittered costume and with her wicked tongue.

Asher nibbled her lip, tugging until he felt her smile. She slipped her tongue over his. The velvety slash caressed straight to his straining erection.

Her arms snaked up his chest, locked around his neck. Flexing her hips into his, Jenny rubbed into his hold, and he was consumed and possessed. Everything about her made him hot. Made him lose control. His senses were inflamed, and her touch, her kiss branded her to him.

She belonged to him. In his arms. In his bed. She’s all mine.

Asher pulled her into another kiss. Tongues clashed, lips molded. Together, they were ravenous. He dropped his hands and cupped her ass, picking her up, letting her long legs wrap around him. The effect was catastrophic. The V of her legs shifting against his shaft made him insane.

The honk of a horn and an angry driver yelling out a car window broke his thoughts. His eyes were forced open. They were a few hundred feet from a main street. Even this side street would have the occasional taxi passing through. Fondling her against the wall was the wrong move. They were too public. Too many people could walk by, snap a picture, and sell it to a gossip rag. It’d embarrass her. It’d be a headache for him. But her legs squeezed, her eyes asked for his attention, and he couldn’t stop.

Asher jerked his hips into her. A strangled purr fell from her lips, and he slanted his mouth over hers again.

Another honk of nearby traffic.

She staggered a breath. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips had plumped from kissing until he could barely breathe.

“Don’t forget, they gave me an apartment.” She blinked, and the rapid-fire flutter made her seem too innocent. “It’s not far from here. Haven’t been there yet. There’s a key waiting.”

The color yellow caught in his periphery. Without putting her down, he spun and whistled. “Taxi.”

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