Devotion

36

As we made our way to the elevator he kept trying to walk behind me. So I kept slowing down, trying to get him to walk beside me. Maybe I imagined it, but I thought I saw him smile briefly.

He hit the elevator button for me and folded his arms.

"So what's your first name?"

He looked down at me. "I'd prefer to keep this professional."

The doors dinged and we both stepped onto the elevator.

"I know. It would just make me more comfortable if I could use your real name. Like if there's an emergency and I need to call your name. Your full name would get your attention better."

"Porter will do just fine." There was a small smile at the corner of his mouth again. There was no denying it this time.

"Sorry about Melissa earlier."

"It's fine. She was just asking me random security questions. I thought you were checking up on me to see if I was qualified. I assure you that I am."

"She didn't ask you what your first name was?"

"No, ma'am."

Melissa! I should have known she didn't ask him for his first name. The doors dinged open to another floor. "How do we get to the roof?"

"Right this way," he said and stepped out of the elevator.

I followed him toward a set of stairs. "How did you and James meet?" I asked.

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "It's not my place to say."

If I thought James used to be full of secrets, Porter was on a whole other level.

"That's okay. I'll find out eventually, you know." I stopped at the top of the steps and smiled at him.

"James said you'd try to get information out of me."

"Did he?"

The corners of Porter's mouth curved up ever so slightly again. "He did."

"I just think it would be nice if we got to know each other."

"I already know everything about you." He opened up the door.

I should have been shocked by what he had said, but I wasn't. He probably did know all about me. If James hadn't told him, he had been following me for God knows how long. It was his job to know me. Besides, I was too distracted by the view in front of me. The New York skyline stretched out in front of me, the buildings all lit up in the dark, casting a magical glow. James was standing with his back turned to me, staring out at the view. He was still wearing his suit from earlier. His hand were in his pockets and his hair was blowing slightly in the wind. The view of the city was spectacular, but it had nothing on the view of my future husband.

"I'll be waiting to take you back down," Porter said and closed the door.

James turned around when he heard the door close. His smile was breathtaking. It had only been an hour since I had said goodnight to him, but I had missed him. There was always something missing when he wasn't with me. And I knew why he had asked me up here. He had told me he wanted me one last time before I became his wife. It was incredibly romantic. I wanted him one last time as my fiancé too. We had been together for a long time now. A marriage certificate wasn't going to change how I felt about him. But it did make things different. We were going to be married for the rest of our lives. He'd only be my fiancé for one more night. There was something sexy about that.

I walked over to him, very aware of his eyes wandering down my body.

"This is new," he said once I reached him. He grabbed the strings of my robe and pulled.

"Bee got it for me." I pushed my hair aside for him to see the word bride scrawled across the back.

"I like it. But you're not a bride quite yet." He pushed the silky fabric off my shoulders. "You're a single woman for one more night."

I wasn't wearing anything sexy underneath. I was wearing an old baggy t-shirt and a pair of drawstring pajama shorts. It was a classic slumber party outfit, but not an outfit meant to excite anyone. But James was looking at me like he had never seen me more appealing. It almost felt like we were back at the University of New Castle and he was running into me for the first time. He was looking at me in the hungry way that always made me instantly wet. I swallowed hard.

"Tell me what you want to do on your last night of freedom."

"I want you."

He smiled and grabbed my waist. He lifted me up and set me on the ledge of the building. I should have been scared of falling. But James would never let me fall. He'd never let anything bad happen to me.

"Tomorrow I'm going to make love to you." He slid his fingers up the insides of my thighs. "Tell me what you want me to do to you tonight."

"Porter is right inside the door, James. What if he comes up here?"

"The idea of getting caught has always made you want me even more. Besides, he's blocking the door so we won't have any unexpected visitors." He kissed the side of my neck. "I want you to remember tonight. I want you to remember what it was like to choose me because you wanted me, not because we had a slip of paper that said you had to. But because you can't resist me. Because I'm the only one that can make you scream. Because the thought of my c**k makes your p***y ache. Because you can't f*****g live without me."

I moaned as his fingers brushed against my thong. I could smell the scotch on his breath. I knew he wasn't drunk, though. He was just horny. And God, I was too.

"Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want."

I wanted to go back to where we started. I never wanted that passion to fade. "f**k me, James. Just like you did in your office that first time."

"I was punishing you that day." His fingers pushed my thong to the side and he gently touched my wetness. "Have you been a bad girl?"

I moaned again as I spread my legs for him.

"Tell me how bad you've been." The tip of his finger slowly encircled me.

His dirty words just made me want him even more. "So bad. Punish me, James."

He grabbed my waist and pulled me off the ledge. He pushed my shirt up. In a matter of seconds I was completely naked. I had only managed to undo all the buttons on his shirt. His hands were still so much more experienced than mine.

"Turn around, Penny."

I stared at his chiseled abs that were barely visible behind his tie. I wanted to reach up and undo it. I wanted to run my fingers along the contours of his muscles.

"Penny. Turn around and put your hands on the ledge. Now"