Page 34 of Get A Fix

“Intimacy isn’t just screwing, you know that.”

“I do know that,” he husked, his breath warm on my skin. “But most people don’t.”

“I’m not most people.”

“No, you’re not,” he agreed, smiling at me.

One arm wrapped around my shoulders, his other hand went to my face before he lifted and kissed me. Hard. He wasn’t messing around, he was staking his claim, and since I myself was possessive, I loved finding it in others.

When the elevator dinged as we reached the first floor, it took a moment for us to pull apart. I didn’t want to move and so lingered there, in front of him, getting myself under control, taking several breaths.

“You really do want me,” he whispered, not letting me go, holding me still, lips hovering over mine as the doors closed and the elevator started climbing again.

“Everybody wants you,” I assured him.

“No,” he said flatly. “They want whatever character I played that turned them on. They want a version of me, not the real Ash Lennox who’s an introvert with a very low social battery.”

“Is that right?”

“I like people, I’m good with them, but once I’m done… It’s why I never stay at award show after-parties very long, except for this one time with my father, Sherman Todd.”

“Your stepfather?”

“I think of him as my father, as Mr. Walder never was one.”

“Got it. Okay, so you and your father went out, let’s hear about that.” I grinned because that sounded like a story worth hearing.

“The horror.”

“Really?”

“You have no idea.”

“Because he was with you or––”

“I just don’t enjoy parties.”

“Even with all your friends around you?” I asked, leaning sideways to push the lobby button for the second time.

“I have very few people I’d call friends. I know many, but my circle is small.”

“Well, you can count on me for that—when you’re ready to go, we’ll get outta there. You’re my priority.”

“Because you’re paid to look out for me.”

I scowled at him. “Even if you called off the contract right now, I would stay here with you because for one, I like you, and for two, I wanna get laid.”

“Do you? Really?”

“Do I really what?”

“Want to get laid?”

“Yes,” I replied, grinning at him.

“Well, then have me and stop talking.”

I chuckled. “No more talking? Not at all?”