Page 112 of Manhattan State of Mind

“Thank you, baby. That was incredible.”

A nervous laugh bursts out of me. “You’re probably used to great sex.”

His fingers glide along my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze once more. For a second, the confident businessman is gone, replaced by a man who suddenly seems years younger, eyes brimming with a vulnerability I never imagined he possessed. As if I have the power to wound him deeply. “Sex is only great with the right person.”

My heart skips a beat as I realize what he’s implying. Is he for real or just feeding me a rehearsed line to turn me into a puddle of simpering goo?

“Come on.” He lifts me up off the bed. “Let me take care of you and get you into the shower.”

I giggle as he walks us both into the massive en suite and sets me down.

I don’t have a clue what this thing between us is becoming, but I’ll say this—I will never forget how he made me feel tonight.

???

A relaxed sigh escapes my lips as I place my face in the shower.

His hands roam over me as though afraid to leave an inch of skin untouched, like he’s on a mission to scrub away every ache and worry.

How am I supposed to go back to my boring little life after this night of debauchery?

I needed this so badly.

“Me too.”

My eyes fly open. Did I say that aloud?

When I bring my eyes up to meet his, he’s grinning down at me.

“I just hope I didn’t wake the whole building with my moaning,” I joke, cheeks flaming at the memory.

“Relax. No one heard a thing. These walls are practically bombproof.” His grin turns wicked. “Though your enthusiasm was duly noted.”

I return a sheepish smile. Easy for him to say “relax.”

“I can see you freaking out behind those beautiful blue eyes. We’re doing nothing wrong here.”

“Sorry. Overthinking’s my second nature. You’re the boss, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Do you trust me?”

His question gives me pause. Do I trust him? After all the stories I’ve heard? I’m not convinced he won’t smash my heart to smithereens—therein lies the problem. For him, this is likely a seven-day fling.

To me, I know he’s got inside my head now. And he can’t find that out.

“Sure,” I lie.

“Good. Will you spend the night with me, in my bed? I have unfinished promises to deliver on.”

My eyes almost pop out of their sockets. The idea of waking up beside JP is… beyond amazing.

My fingers slide down his wet skin, exploring his shoulders, chest, and abdomen. I trail a slow path above his pubic line, and his stomach muscles twitch in response.

He’s already getting hard again.

Ugh, the temptation.

“I can’t,” I groan as the hot water cascades over us. “Matty will know if I’m not back in my room soon. And if I go MIA, Dwayne will probably have the SWAT team knocking at your door.”