Chapter 134 – Alone At Last

• Christian and I don’t even make it to the penthouse. No, I’m already up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist while we’re still in the elevator. Christian groans roughly as he works to push my coat off, his mouth pressing hot against my neck.
• “Stupid fucking coat,” he growls, “should have left it behind –“
• I laugh, a little hysterical with the freedom of it all, and press my hands to his cheeks, lifting his mouth again to mine, wanting to kiss him, wanting to lose myself in the way his lips feel against mine. He groans, giving up on the coat and giving in to me.