Page 38 of Bone Deep
Up.
Down again.
The look is unhurried. Assessing. Suddenly I feel nearly naked. I send up a silent prayer that my dick doesn’t go up while this elevator goes down. My throat turns into a desert as I swallow over the lump there and shift my weight, trying very hard not to think about the fact that my shorts barely cover anything.
Finally, he speaks, voice low and deep. The kind of rumble that vibrates low in my gut. “What possessed you to come to my office?” he asks. “How did you even know where—”
“I meet Jen here every so often to take her to lunch,” I cut in quickly. “She introduced you to me as her coworker, bro. Two plus two.”
Spence narrows his eyes at me. “Stop calling me bro, bro.”
A grin breaks across my face before I can stop it. He folds his arms across his chest, the movement pulling his suit jacket tight across his shoulders. “And it’s after hours,” he continues. “There’s security.”
“The guard recognized me,” I shrug. “Big fan.”
Spence rolls his eyes. “Of course he did.”
I flash him a cheesy grin, but then his gaze drops again. Lower this time. And lingers. “Well,” he says dryly, “you could have at least put some clothes on. You’re about to lose an ass cheek.”
Heat rushes straight to the tips of my ears. The elevator slows then dings. The doors slide open onto the ground floor lobby. Spence gestures toward the opening. “After you.”
I blink at him once, then step out. The building’s lobby is mostly empty this time of night, just a security desk and a wall of glass that reflects the city lights outside.
In that glass reflection I see myself walking toward the exit…and Spencer Stark’s cobalt blue eyes locked squarely on my barely covered ass.
Good.
I push the front door open and step out into the evening air. Spence follows behind me. Once outside, he thumbs over his shoulder to the right. “My place is this way.”
I follow like a horny little puppy chasing those long legs that make easy work of the sidewalk that stretches ahead. Watching the muscles in his lower body flex through his suit as he leads the way—with swagger and fuck-hot confidence—makes me want to hump said legs.
Trust me, I’m trying very hard not to drool over the way his suit pants pull taut across his thighs when he walks.
Spoiler alert: I Fail.
Fucking spectacularly.
We round the corner and stop in front of a sleek modern building with glass balconies and warm lighting spilling from the lobby. Spence presses the entry fob against the reader and pushes the door open. The lobby smells faintly like polished wood and those designer scents hotels use. There’s a quiet,upscale calm to the place. Same vibe as my penthouse’s building, actually.
Spence nods at the Concierge then heads straight for the elevators. When we reach his floor, he leads me down a quiet hallway with recessed lighting and, notably, no doors except the one we’re heading toward.
I follow him to the end of the hall where he stops at the door and unlocks it. Spence steps aside and gestures me in.
The place is huge. No, it’s sprawling. Even bigger than mine. High ceilings. Massive windows overlooking the city lights. An open floor plan with a living room that could fit my whole team, gorgeous hardwood flooring, and a wide hallway that I’m guessing leads to where I really want to be—his bedroom.
Spence closes the door behind us. “I’m going to go change,” he says. “Make yourself comfortable—”
“KITTY!” I gasp with excitement as a black blur trots out from somewhere near the couch and lets out a small meow.I crouch down. “Well, hello there, gorgeous.”
The cat walks right up to me like we’ve been friends for years. I mean, Iamthat likable. Now if only this little one’s dad could get the memo.
Scooping the little furball up, I hold him against my chest, and he starts purring instantly. “Oh my God, look at you,” I coo as I watch Spence roll his eyes. “What’s their name?” I ask.
Spence scratches the back of his head. “Uh.” The hesitation is suspect. “He doesn’t really have a name.”
I blink. “Come on, really?”
“Fine. I call him Fucker,” he huffs.
