The Secrets of Their Souls by Brooke Sivendra Page A

working. He is very displeased with his prodigal son.”
    “You must be such a disappointment to him, Jayce,” she said teasingly.
    “It’s okay, I’ll get back in his good books tomorrow.” He leaned forward and took her hands, energy pulsating through him. His eyes swept over the other diners watching them and he wondered if their sexual tension was that obvious. Jayce cleared his throat. “I think there should be no touching for the rest of dinner.”
    Conversation flowed easily between them, like old friends catching up after a long absence. Their childhoods were remarkably different but the qualities they were raised to respect were not. Zahra and Jemma had had the idyllic upbringing in a loving, nurturing family who worked hard and had made a good life.
    “Ready?”
    “Sure.” Zahra stood up and tucked her chair in behind the table. She took Jayce’s hand as they walked out of the restaurant and into the waiting car.
    “Thank you, for tonight,” she said.
    He leaned forward, cradling her face between his hands. “You’re welcome. Thank you.” He bit gently on her bottom lip and a low groan escaped his throat. “You taste so fucking good.”
    Zahra closed her eyes and submitted to his kiss.
    “I’ll walk you up,” he said as they pulled up to her apartment building.
    George stood out front with his trademark smile on display. Jayce did a once-over, checking that Zahra was presentable to get out of the car—an un-tucked blouse or smudged lipstick would be sure to elicit a mark of disapproval from George.
    “Evening, George.”
    “Evening, Miss Foster,” he said. Nodding to Jayce, he said, “Mr. Tohmatsu.”
    “Evening, sir.” Not in the mood for pleasantries, Jayce continued through the lobby toward the elevators, standing a respectable distance from her. “I think he’s watching me,” he said, almost laughing. Zahra did laugh, and when she looked over her shoulder she confirmed George was indeed watching. The elevator arrived and they stepped inside. They were finally alone and Jayce could no longer hold back. He pulled her hair, tilting her mouth up and arching her forward into his hips. He was hard. And would bet his life Zahra’s panties were wet. It seemed they only had two modes: they were either not touching at all or they were incapable of separating, drawn to each other in a frantic, inebriating lust.
    Ping.
    “Are we getting out?” she asked breathlessly while Jayce held her arms overhead, pressing her flat against the elevator wall.
    “Don’t rush me,” he joked and then stuck his hand between the doors just as they started to close.
    Jayce stood behind her as she fumbled around in her handbag, searching for her keys. He kissed the nape of her neck and when she finally found them she clumsily dropped them onto the floor.
    It was an opportunity too good to miss. Jayce stood firm and waited to see her next move.
    She bent over with straight legs, rubbing her ass against the hard bulge in his pants. He dug his fingers in a little deeper as he inhaled sharply. When Zahra eventually managed to open the door, Jayce closed it behind them and pushed her back up against the wall, his body holding her in position—he had wanted this all night. “You make me lose my mind,” he growled while his hands roamed her body with insatiable desire.
    “Good,” she panted, “the feelings are mutual.”
    It was a good enough invitation and he wasn’t about to refuse it. He looked up and saw the hallway and then lifted Zahra into his arms. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and her arms around his neck. Jayce carried to her bedroom, stumbling a few times, completely focused on the woman in his arms. Zahra bit his bottom lip and he threw her down on the bed. She was so beautiful and her eyes were filled with wild lust—it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
    He threw his jacket onto the floor and lay down on top of her. His cock was throbbing, aching for her, but he paused for a