“Really?”
“I already reached out to a friend in Boston who can take over managing the estate if things go sideways, but I doubt they will.”
My mouth pops open. “You did that.”
He shrugs. “Of course. In the small chance that our relationship becomes a problem, I want you to be covered.”
“But what about you?”
“What about me?” He leans down, brushing a kiss against my shoulder.
I groan. “Spencer.” He’s trying to distract me. And it’s going to work.
He leans back. “You want the lawyer answer or the honest answer?”
“Those should be the same thing.”
“In theory. Don’t worry. I did a risk assessment.”
“You what?”
“I’m a lawyer. We literally assess risk for a living.”
I am not sure how I feel about this. “You made a spreadsheet about our relationship?”
He chuckles. “There was no spreadsheet, but there may have been notes.”
“And what was the determination?”
He smiles. “I decided the benefits outweighed the risks. I looked at every possible worst-case scenario I could come up with. The truth is, it’s not likely to happen.” His lips curve. “The person I’m most concerned about reporting us is Jerry.”
I laugh. “Seriously?”
“He’s a blabbermouth.” His thumb traces my cheek.
“The risk might be small, but if it hurts your career?—”
He links his fingers with mine. “Then we’ll deal with it.”
“You say that now.” I squeeze his hands.
“No.” He waits until I meet his eyes. “I’m saying whatever happens, we’re in it together. And trust me, Vivien, you are worth the risk.
His fingers unlink from mine and then down my neck, playing with the straps of my shirt, sliding down the silky fabric, and coming to rest on my ass. He grips me and groans.
His arousal pokes against my stomach.
I chuckle, breaking our kiss. “We haven’t had dinner yet.”
“Can we do that next?” He trails kisses behind my ear. “I promise not to mess up your outfit.”
I don’t see how that’s possible, but I tilt my head to give him better access. “Yes.”
Like I could say no.
His grip glides up my back and around to the front. He nibbles on my neck and cups my breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing over my nipples and setting all my nerves on fire.
He groans against my neck. “You’re killing me here.”
