Page 26 of Until You’re Breathless (Insatiable #1)

“You are so fucking sexy. When you didn’t have a bra on under that dress, I thought I would lose it.”

I wink.

“That was all part of the plan, wasn’t it.” He comments, pulling his pants on. Him standing there with just those on makes me bite my lip. “Behave.” He warns playfully. “We can come back here and fuck all night after we make another appearance.”

“Okay, but only if we can fuck all night.” I tease, mirroring him.

He throws his shirt and jacket on and then drapes a loose tendril of my hair over my ears. “You’re beautiful even just fucked. I swear to God you’re the only woman that can pull that off.”

I slide my fingers through his disheveled hair. “I like it better messy, but it’ll be too obvious.”

He winks at me and takes my hand. “Come on. Let’s go.”

When we arrive, Axl is schmoozing with Jinny, but she also seems to be surrounded by all of Jagger’s brothers, too. “What the hell is going on over here?” Jagger snorts a laugh. “Are you guys trying to convince her to do a strip tease?”

Axl looks me up and down.

“Hey, eyes over here, my friend.” Jagger warns. “She’s mine.”

“I was just about to say.” Axl quips, not missing a beat.

“So, I guess you liked your birthday present.” Halen says, and it’s like the cat’s out of the bag. They’re not stupid. They know what we were doing the past hour that we disappeared.

“Oh, leave them alone.” Stevie whines, intoxicated, based on her stance. “Jagger, do you care to catch up to me?”

“Not on your life.” He says. “Come on. Let’s go do some schmoozing so that we can blow this pop stand.” He takes my hand in his and we do our rounds, mingling, and we even throw in a dance or two for good measure.

“So, were you impressed by the car?” Axl queries. Halen and Rush are standing next to him at the bar.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t believe the fucking hoops we had to jump through to get that thing.” Rush states.

“Thanks, man. It was worth it.” He slaps his brothers on the back.

“Well, no other gift would have made as much sense.” Halen says. “Why buy you a sports car, when you can build a better one yourself, right?”

“Good thinking.” Axl says. “Speaking of which...”

Jagger lifts a hand. “Oh, don’t start on that shit again. It’s my birthday.”

Halen rescues me by changing the subject. “How was Wesley Hopkins, anyway? Is he as much of an asshole as everyone says he is?”

I interject. “He’s very sweet.”

Jagger scoffs. “Yeah, to you, because he’s got a hard-on for you.” But the look on his face tells me that he’s only teasing.

“Who cares?” Rush whines. “You got the fucking deal. That’s what we were all in it for.”

“Exactly.” Halen agrees. “Hey, you should throw a party. Not lame, like this one, but a kick ass one, with Wesley himself, and a bunch of big wigs in the industry.”

“That’s not a bad idea.” I agree. “We could ask Stevie to invite some media to promote us and we could even hold a press conference.”

“We’d have to talk to Wesley about that.” Jagger reasons. “I’m not sure how much of a push he wanted, to start.”

“Wesley’s into promotion.” Axl says. “He’d be an idiot if he didn’t take an opportunity. And he’s no idiot.”

Jagger winces. “All the same, I don’t want to count my chickens. Every step is important here.”

“I’ll talk to him.” I wink at Jagger.

He looks at me like he’s still drunk on sex. “I’m sure you will.”

I reciprocate the look.

“Hey, can we amscray from this shit?” Jagger asks the circle, even though his eyes are still on me, still looking like he’d like to christen his Bel-Air with me on the way back to his place.

“Fuck it. Yeah. Go.” Rush says, letting us off the hook. “Stevie’s fucked, anyway. We’ll just lie to her and tell her you two closed the place. She won’t remember fuck all.”

“Thanks, man.” Jagger says.

“Just...make sure you say goodbye to mom and dad, at least.” Halen warns.

“Suck up. You do it.” Jagger argues weakly, taking my hand in his. “I’m outta here.”

“Let me say goodbye to Jinny, or she’ll never let me live it down.” I tell him, guiding us to her on the dance floor. She’s in her glory, dancing with a bunch of guys from our accounting department, that worship her. “See ya later, Jin.”

She just waves, like I’m old news, drinking in the dashing millionaires in suits.

Jagger is facetious. “She’ll miss you.”

“Like a fucking tooth ache.”

He changes the subject as we walk to the car. “What do you say you stay with me, hm? Clearly, you’re cramping Jinny’s style, right?” He opens the door for me, and I slide inside. “We can grab some things for you on the way?”

Jagger has never been a man to miss an opportunity. He lives in the moment. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

He slides into the driver’s side and starts the car. “Yeah. I guess I am.” He licks his lips and looks at me. “We can make some ground rules, you know, so we don’t smother each other.”

We start driving. “Like what?”

“Well, we already know that living together and working together can sometimes equal relationship slash romance death, so maybe we can compartmentalize things.”

“Like, act professional in the office, and save romance for home?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “I think that would be best for staff, too. I don’t want anyone worried about walking in on us fucking on the desk or anything, you know?”

I chuckle. “Although that idea is as sexy as hell.”

“I won’t deny that. But...I have a desk at home, too, baby.” He winks.

My hand slides up his thigh. Just talking about fucking him again is making me hot. “You know, I think that this car is much too clean for my taste.”

He lifts a brow. “Are you saying that you want to...um...dirty up my grandfather’s car?”

I pinch my thumb and index finger together. “Just a little.”

“Your wish is my command, baby.”