Elude [H.S.]

FOURTEEN

With a drink in my hand, I lean against the bar of the restaurant we've been asked to come to tonight for Bardot Enterprises. It's your typical dinner with associates and it's the first one since Conrad has come back into town from his trip.

Seeing him in the office on Wednesday was awkward to say the least. He immediately came into my office to ask how things were while he was away and the first thing that popped into my head was his fiancée tangled in my sheets that past Sunday morning. I told him things were fine - keeping the conversation as short as possible.

I hadn't seen Maeve since I dropped her back off at Lyn and Grey's on Sunday but we had been talking almost every day. Dropping her off was hard. I didn't want her to go and she didn't want to either but we both knew she had to.

Taking a sip of my drink, I replay the interaction again in my head.

Maeve's lips mash against mine as she rests her hands on each side of my neck. My hands are planted firmly on her hips and I grip them, earning a muffled moan from her.

"Maeve," I say breathlessly as she moves her hands down to my chest so she can start kissing up the side of my neck. "The time."

She hums in response to me and I sigh, tilting my head back against the headrest as I let her lips work their magic on my skin.

Maeve is seated on my lap, straddling me in the driver's seat of my car that I've parked a little ways down the street from Greyson and Lynette's. She asked me to pull over once we got close to the house and I barely had time to question her before she was climbing over the console.

"Just five more minutes," she whispers against my lips before connecting them together again.

My hands run underneath the shirt of mine that she decided to put back on after I told her she could keep it. She was digging through her bag in just her jeans and her bra while looking for her extra shirt before I offered it to her. The look on her face told me I made the right choice by doing so.

I feel her warm skin on my fingertips as she slips her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues glide against each other and I find myself having to fight off getting a boner right now. It was easier said than done considering I had the most beautiful woman I've ever seen making out with me like a couple of teenagers in my car.

Maeve grinds her hips down against mine ever so slightly and I groan, pulling back from the kiss to take a playful bite at her bottom lip. "Don't do that," I reprimand. "Gonna get me hard again."

She giggles and tilts her head up to lick at my upper lip. "I'm sorry. I just can't help touching you and kissing you."

Her words cause butterflies to erupt in my stomach and I squeeze her hips once again. "I love you touching and kissing me. Don't apologize, baby."