Page 69 of Fifth Avenue Flirt

My heart thunders in my chest. “Agreed.”

“So now what?” she asks.

“Now we enjoy our evening.”

She raises her eyebrows like she was expecting me to throw her over my shoulder, and yes, that will happen later, but right now, I just want us to be us and enjoy our time together without having to be together.

And then we’ll see where the night takes us.

TWENTY

Ben

Every second of this evening since we agreed to our time-out seems to have been stretched into a minute. Every minute into an hour.

We’re in traffic back to Fifth Avenue, but it feels like time has frozen and tonight is going to last forever.

I feel like I’m bathing in Avril, soaking her in. It’s delicious torture. Of course, I could have cut our dinner short. I know from the way she’s looking at me, her gaze filled with lust, that once the decision was made, she just wanted to get back to the apartment.

But I don’t want tonight to be over.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

She turns her head from the window to look at me, her expression unreadable. “What do you think I’m thinking about?”

I glance toward my driver. There are a lot of answers I could give about now, but I’m not going to start something I can’t finish.

“How the next time you go back to the Met, you’ll see it in a new way because you’ve had it to yourself for the night?”

She narrows her eyes slightly. “Nope. Not even close.”

I chuckle and take her hand, threading her fingers through mine. I can’t remember going back to my apartment with her after Deacon and Aurora’s engagement party, but I’m pretty sure we didn’t hold hands. Holding hands isn’t something I do.

Eventually we get to my building, and my driver pulls up by my lift entrance.

Avril doesn’t wait until either I or the driver opens the door, because of course she doesn’t. I roll my eyes at her as I slam the door shut.

“What?” she asks as we head into the lift.

“You’re supposed to let me open the car door for you.”

“Why?” she says.

“Because I’m being gentlemanly.”

The corners of her lips twitch. “I hope your efforts to be gentlemanly don’t last once we’re upstairs.” She cocks her head and raises her eyebrows in challenge.

Heat flares in my body. I’m not sure how I’m going to keep my hands off her for much longer. I want to rip every piece of clothing off her. I hate how covered up she is.

“And by the way,” she says. “I had plenty to eat at dinner. There is no need for any omelet making.”

“Oh, I won’t be eating anything but you tonight.”

Her eyelids flicker, like her brain is short-circuiting at the thought of me going down on her.

She takes half a step toward me, and I can feel the heat between us spark and crackle. I don’t know if there is a camera in this lift. Given the security in this building, I imagine there is. And I don’t want to share her with some underpaid security guard. So I’m going to have to be patient.

The lift doors open and I exhale.