Chapter 262
**Sara**
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, with only the soft hum of the engine and the occasional swoosh of passing cars, I noticed we weren't heading toward my apartment. "Where are we going?"
"My place." He kept his eyes on the road, but I could see the slight quirk at the corner of his mouth.
"And why, exactly, are we going to your place?" I crossed my arms, trying to look stern despite the warmth spreading through my chest.
The streetlights cast alternating shadows across his profile, and I found myself studying the strong line of his jaw, the way his fingers curved confidently around the steering wheel.
"I forgot to clean the dishes." He kept his expression perfectly serious. "Need someone to help with that."
"You have a dishwasher."
"Using hands is better." His voice dropped lower, sending shivers down my spine despite the ridiculous conversation.
"Using hands for what, exactly?" I bit my lip to keep from laughing as his eyes darkened.
"Dishes, of course." His voice stayed perfectly level, but his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. "What else would I be talking about?"
"Nothing." I turned to look out the window, fighting back a grin.
"Sara." The way he said my name sent heat pooling in my stomach. "What exactly were you thinking?"
"Me? Nothing at all." I traced idle patterns on the window, watching his reflection. "Just admiring your dedication to proper dishwashing techniques."
"Is that so?" His hand found my thigh again, fingers dancing along the hem of my skirt. "Because your face suggests you were thinking about something entirely different."
I caught his wandering hand. "Eyes on the road. Unless you want to explain to the cops why we're in a ditch."
"I'm an excellent driver."
"Sure, keep telling yourself that." I patted his hand. "For now, just get us there in one piece. I'd hate to miss out on those dishes."
"Your concern is touching."
"Not as touching as your hands are trying to be." I shifted in my seat, hyper-aware of his fingers still resting on my thigh.
The car purred to a stop in front of his building. Before I could reach for my seatbelt, Tom was already out and opening my door.
"Such a gentleman." I stepped out, smoothing my skirt. "Do you open doors for all your dishwashing assistants?"
"Only the particularly skilled ones." His hand found the small of my back, guiding me toward the entrance.
Tom's fingers traced circles against my back as we waited for the elevator, sending sparks of electricity through my skin. The doors opened with a soft ding, and we stepped inside.
"Behave," I warned as his hand slid lower.
"I'm always well-behaved." He crowded me against the mirrored wall, his breath hot against my neck.
"We're in an elevator." But my protest came out breathier than intended as his lips found that sensitive spot below my ear.
"Very observant." His mouth crashed into mine, stealing my reply along with my breath. His tongue swept past my lips, demanding and hungry, making my knees weak.
"Tom," I gasped between kisses. "Someone could-"
The elevator dinged, doors sliding open. Tom pulled back just enough to let me catch my breath, his eyes dark with desire.
"Could what?" His voice was rough as he guided me down the hallway.
"Never mind." I straightened my skirt while he fumbled with his keys.
The door swung open, and I stepped inside, kicking off my heels. The city lights sparkled through his floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows across the modern furniture.
I sank into his plush leather couch, letting my feet stretch out on the cool hardwood floor. "God, these shoes were killing me."
Tom loosened his tie, tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter. "I told you those heels were dangerous."
"They make my legs look fantastic."
"Your legs always look fantastic." He rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms. "Speaking of looking fantastic, Leo's been pestering me about real estate."
I raised an eyebrow. "Real estate?"
"He thinks I need to buy a mansion." Tom ran a hand through his hair. "Says my apartment isn't 'befitting someone of my status' or some nonsense."
"A mansion?" I snorted. "What for? This place is huge already."
"Apparently, I need more space to 'properly entertain' and 'maintain the family image.'" He mimicked Leo's more formal tone.
"Does that include gold-plated toilets and a helicopter pad?"
"Don't give Leo ideas." Tom dropped onto the couch beside me. "He already sent me listings for places with indoor pools and wine cellars."
"But why? This place is perfect. You've got the view, the location..." I gestured around us. "What more do you need?"
"I am considering it."
"You're what?" I sat up straight. "Why would you want a mansion?"
Tom leaned back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Think about it. A place like that would have so many possibilities."
"Like what? More rooms to dust?"
He chuckled, low and throaty. "Like more rooms to fuck in."
I choked on air, heat rushing to my cheeks. "Tom!"
"What?" He shrugged, nonchalant. "You know I'm right. Imagine it - a different room for every day of the week. The library for when we want something classic and elegant, the kitchen for those late-night cravings..."
"The wine cellar for when you want to get drunk and kinky?" I retorted, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Exactly." His grin widened. "And the indoor pool for when we want to get wet and wild."
I rolled my eyes, but my heart pounded faster. "You're insane."
"Insanely brilliant." He leaned in, voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Just picture it, Sara. Bent over the balcony, the city lights sparkling below as I take you from behind. Or maybe you'd prefer the greenhouse, surrounded by exotic flowers, the humidity making our skin slick..."
"Tom, stop." My protest came out weaker than intended, my breath hitching as his words painted vivid images in my mind.
"Stop what?" He trailed a finger along my collarbone, his touch light but electric. "Stop telling you how I'd fuck you in every room, against every surface? How I'd make you scream my name so loud the echo would reach every corner of the mansion?"
I swallowed hard, my body responding despite my attempts to stay unaffected. "You're just trying to distract me. First, the office in my building, now this. What are you planning?"
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