I graze her clit with my palm while I pump my fingers into her. She digs her fingernails into my shoulders and I know she’s leaving her mark on me.

“Devin. Yes. Yes.” My name on her lips, she comes apart in my arms and I’m a goner. This woman will be my undoing.

I claim her mouth again, swallowing her moans. I’m still gliding my fingers in and out of her, milking every ounce of pleasure from her gorgeous body, when she tugs open the buttons on my jeans. I want to be inside Jessica Allen more than I want my next breath.

“Hey!” A man’s voice echoes through the dark room. “This is private property.”

Goddamnit.

Jessie freezes like a deer in headlights, her hands still on my fly. I kick the flashlight away and cover her with my body to make sure no one gets a peek at what’s mine. Jessie starts shaking. She’s terrified.

“It’s all right,” I tell her, cupping her face and giving her a soft, reassuring kiss. Her shaking stops, but I still don’t think she’s breathing.

“You can’t be in here.” The stern voice is getting closer and the flashlight zeroing in on us from the other side of the Eiffel Tower.

“Hold up, Bobby,” I call, my voice hard as rock.

“Dev?” The voice softens. “That you, man?”

“Yeah. It’s me. And I need you to stop where you are and give me a minute.”

Bobby’s flashlight snaps to the front door and he lets out a light chuckle. “I got you, man.”

When I pull away from Jessie, her face is bright red and she buries it in her hands. I grab my shirt off the floor and hand it to her to cover herself up while I go in search of the rest of her clothes scattered across the past few holes.

Standing shirtless in the empty parking lot, staring at Bobby’s stupid grin, isn’t how I saw this night going. He’s nodding, eyes wide in anticipation, waiting for me to give him some juicy details. I ain’t telling this clown shit. He shakes his head and chuckles.

“Should’ve given me a heads up, dude. I wouldn’t’ve cock-blocked if I’d known…” Bobby’s words trail off when Jessie steps out into the parking lot, fully dressed again and not able to look at us.

“Don’t worry about it.” I sock him in the shoulder for staring just a little too long at Jessie.

Jessie hands me my shirt. I slip it on and try to ignore the fact that it smells like her. I hope she smells like me too. Even in the dark there’s a blush burning across her face. I feel like shit for putting her in this position. I meant to push her limits, push her away, not embarrass her to death.