Holy…shiver.
“Is that an order?” My voice is hoarse with excitement. But, seriously, who wouldn’t be excited after hearing that?
He kisses my jaw, and his teeth graze over my skin, making me shudder. “Do you want it to be?”
Hell yes. I tip my head back and stare into his lust-fogged eyes. “Only if it results in me coming.”
“Multiple times,” he promises.
“Then, yes, please.”
He growls. He actually growls, and then he’s kissing me again, devouring my mouth, and it’s hot as fuck.
But I’m also aware that time is ticking by, and Toby is in the other room.
I break from the kiss. “I have to go.”
I try to step away, but Kas keeps me there.
“Sooner I’m done with Toby, the sooner I’ll be upstairs, waiting on your bed—naked,” I whisper that last word.
His hand slips from around my neck and cups my chin. He firmly presses his lips to mine, gently sucking on my lower lip. “You drive me crazy,” he murmurs.
I take that as a good thing because he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.
I love it when he hugs me.
I inch up onto my toes and rest my chin on his shoulder, and something very hard pokes me in the stomach. I giggle.
“What?” His questioning voice is a rumble.
I push my belly against his erection, and he chuckles deep and low.
“If it helps, my knickers are completely soaked.”
He groans. “No, that doesn’t fucking help at all.”
I laugh. “Sorry.” I press a kiss to the skin at the base of his neck.
As I lift my head, I notice something. “Hey, where’s the door gone?”
I feel Kas’s body instantly lock up beneath me, his whole demeanor changing. Gone is the warmth, and I feel a chill emit from him that I can’t explain.
But that chill has me moving away from him.
When I look at his face, it’s blank.
“What door?” His voice is as empty as his expression.
“The door that was there.” I point over his shoulder to the place where the door used to be, but now, it is a full wall-to-ceiling bookcase.
Curling his hands around the edge of his desk, he says, “There was never a door there.”
“Um…” I let out an unsure laugh. “Are you kidding right now?”
“Babe, no, I’m not kidding. Honestly, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
I rub my head. “The door.” I point at the spot again. “It was right there, where that bookcase is. We had an argument about that door. Well, kind of. I came in here to leave you coffee and muffins, and you were coming in through that door.” I point at it again. “You tore me a new one about coming in your office. I asked if I should clean that room. You bit my head off again, telling me no. It was also the first day we kissed.”
The look on his face is like he thinks I’ve lost my mind.
Have I?
No, there was definitely a door there.
“I don’t know what to tell you, babe, but there’s never been a door there. It’s always been a bookcase.”
“I…” I rub my head, confused.
He reaches out, pulling me back to him, and he softly brushes his lips over mine. “Maybe you’re confusing it with something else. The library maybe.”
No.
I want to argue that I’m not confusing it with the library. I remember that day clearly because it’s the day he kissed me.
Okay, the shitty before and after weren’t great, but it was the first time he kissed me, and I will always remember it.
I might not be the smartest person in the room, but I have a good memory. I remember details. Usually because I like to relay them back to Cece. But whatever. I specifically remember the disagreement Kas and I had, his reaction to my asking about the room behind that door, him banning me from his office, and then seeing him lock the door with a key.
There was a goddamn door there, not a fucking bookcase.
But I’m not going to argue with him because sense tells me that he’ll keep lying, and I’ve got Toby waiting for me in the kitchen.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” I press my hand to his chest before stepping back. “I should go. Toby’s waiting.”
His eyes stay trained on me. I try to read them, but as usual, I get nothing.
I hate that I can never get a read on what’s going on in his head. He can so easily school his features and hide whatever lies behind his eyes.
Well, he can hide whatever he likes. But I do know for a fact that he just flat-out lied to me, and I don’t like that one bit.
The realization that Kas has just lied to me hits me, and my stomach sinks.
“Hey, you okay?” He smiles. It’s a gleaming smile, but something about it feels off.
Everything about this moment feels off.
Oh, how quickly things can change. I was happy a moment ago, and now, I’m trying to figure out why the man I’m crazy about is lying to me—over a door, of all things.
“Of course.” I give him a manufactured smile. “See you upstairs in an hour.” I pivot on my toes and walk out of his office with a bounce in my step, so he won’t know anything is off with me.
The second I shut his office door behind me, my smile drops from my face, and that sinking feeling in my stomach comes back full force.
Kas lied to me.
I can’t believe this.
He barefaced lied to me and made it seem like I was losing my marbles, and I want to know why.
I fell for a liar before. It didn’t turn out so well for me.