Chapter Thirty-Eight

I mean “personal” in a different capacity than what we’ve touched on recently. But I can’t fully define the term, because it’s so damn complex.

We’ve been insanely intimate with each other, yes. However, that doesn’t transcend us to a “relationship” status beyond the sexual one I have reminded myself is the core of our current out-of-office association.

And I likely didn’t help myself by getting so intense with Jameson just now.

Yet… He doesn’t appear put out.

He is on edge, though. And that makes him even sexier.

Jesus, is he sexy.

His jaw works and his shoulders set.

I am suddenly desperate to enter an erotic rite of passage and slip to the floor of the limo, press his legs apart, unzip his pants and make him come.

The desire to do so burns through me.

But I want to enjoy him at my leisure, not be in a rush.

I one-thousand percent do not want to be in a rush.

So I divert my thoughts from wicked ones to the track we were on previously, saying, “Sorry if I cost you money at the club.”