We pulled up to our building, and I stumbled out of the car. My body lit up at his closeness, then I felt his hands on me, hoisting me up in the air and over his shoulder.
“Nathan, put me down, damn it. I can walk,” I whined as he moved us into the building.
I pounded on his back with my fists as he greeted the night guard, but my attention was diverted by the fine ass in front of me. I could not—and did not—want to contain the urge to grab it, so I did. He yelped in surprise as he stepped onto the elevator. I smacked it, and his grip on me tightened.
I could feel the growl in his chest, there was no doubt about it. Wetness began to pool from the sound and the anticipation of what he might do to me this time.
We arrived at the fourteenth floor, and he stepped out, walking a few steps—t
