Glass Ceilings by A. M. Madden Page A

that I could tell him my real name and the reasons I was at The Dump. Until then, it was much better for Jase to think I betrayed him…and safer. He’d get over it. Angela wasn’t as sure that Eve would.
    Eve already knew Angela was leaving for New York. She just didn’t know I was heading there first. Jase couldn’t know who I really was or where I was going. It would put him in danger once I left. He needed to be duped just like Mugs and the rest of them at The Dump. Hiding the truth from Eve made Angela very uncomfortable. I assured her that once all parties were prosecuted and dealt with, we could let them know the truth. Until then, it was for their safety.
    “She’ll be home any minute and if she finds out you’re up here, she’ll be barging in. I really don’t want my cousin seeing you in all your glory,” she said, pointing to my hard-on.
    “The more the merrier?” I responded, trying to lighten the mood. She smacked me again, but much harder. “You don’t share?” I teased.
    “No. I’m very possessive.”
    Possessive.
That’s exactly how I felt with her. I might not have known whether or not I’d make her mine, or even if our relationship would survive in New York, but irrationally I didn’t want anyone else having her, either.
    “Neither do I, for the record.” I tilted her chin up with a fingertip and added, “Ever.” The way she clutched my chest and avoided my eyes clued me in to what she was really feeling. “You okay?”
    “Yeah. Please be careful driving to New York.”
    “I will. And as soon as you have flight details, call me. I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
    “I will,” she repeated my words. “When are you disappearing?”
    “I have to meet with my supervising agent first thing tomorrow and then I’m off.” Her face fell with disappointment. “God, I wish you were ready to leave now. It would make my drive so much better.”
    “Me, too, but I’ll be right behind you, though. One week from today.”
    The thought of not seeing her for a week combined with the visual of our reunion fueled a sudden need to get one more fix. I dug my hands into her hair and crashed my lips against hers. She moaned into my mouth, which worsened my condition.
    “Angela, I need a proper goodbye.” I reached for a condom and handed it to her.
    Without wasting a moment, she ripped open the foil packet and stretched the rubber over my length. I then gripped her hips, pulling her over my body. Her legs automatically fell on either side of mine. She held my gaze as she slid over me causing my heart to squeeze in my chest and my cock to further harden almost painfully inside her.
    It didn’t make sense how much she affected me in such a short amount of time. My career had been my main focus for so long, and it still was. Except now, when I considered my move to New York, her face was weirdly entwined with the imagery of my new job.
    “I’m going to miss you, Angela.”
    “This is so crazy, isn’t it?” She asked what I had been thinking as we moved together in perfect synchronicity.
    “It is. I don’t understand it myself. But, going into whatever this is together and being on the same page kind of makes it sane and logical. Don’t you agree?”
    She considered my words and nodded. “Yeah, I do, strangely enough.”
    I tucked her hair behind her ear before pulling her closer to kiss her, wanting to connect our bodies in every way I possibly could.
    She pulled away first and a slow smile spread across her gorgeous face. “Funny, when Jase said what you did at the stroke of midnight would dictate what you did all year long, it reminded me of something my mom says. Do something you love on New Year’s Day, because chances are you’ll probably be doing it all year long.” She continued to smile warmly running fingers through my hair.
    “Well, then if that’s true, this is going to be a fucking fantastic year. Angela, you were the best one-night stand I’ve ever had,” I