I moved up so I could look in his deep blue eyes. “Now I’m just thinking that we could have been doing this for weeks.”
His smile faltered. “It had to be this way. I couldn’t handle it if you had regretted me.”
“Never,” I said and leaned to kiss him.
“Everything worked out as it had to,” he said and I believed him.
“So tomorrow …” I said not wanting to mention the elephant in the room but knowing that I wouldn’t be able to sleep if we didn’t have a plan.
“Tomorrow we will do our jobs,” he said seriously.
I couldn’t help the fear that made my palms sweaty. Was this his way of saying—
“And then in the evening I’m going to come back here and I’m going to kiss every inch of your body again and make you come until we lose track of the time. Because I don’t think I can go even a full day without having you.”
I chewed my cheek to keep from smiling and then wondered why I was hiding it. I unleashed a full smile on him saying, “That sounds like a very good plan.”
Instead of laughing at my smile, his eyes grew dark. He pulled me back in for a kiss. Soon, he was inside me again. This time I rode him gently. Our hands clasped, as strongly connected as our gazes. In no time, we came apart together.
Though I was glad we had discussed a plan for the next day, it was obvious neither one of us was going to be sleeping much tonight.
Sleep was overrated too.
Chapter 24
Roxy
MooreTek arrived and the next week passed in a blur of happiness. Whenever thoughts about our eventual expiration date would leak in, I pushed them aside with a simple, “Not now.” Yes, Sanders would have to leave and go back to Denver, but those thoughts could wait. We were, as it turned out, a damn good team. My anal-retentive planning of every detail balanced out his laissez-faire attitude. And everything did work out. More impressive was that when something unexpected happened, I was able to handle it with almost no freak-out.
Like on the third day of the MooreTek retreat, when the kitchen ran out of gluten-free and vegetarian options. Normally, I would head out and grab the needed ingredients, scrambling to get back in time, sweaty and frazzled. Instead, I headed into the male-dominated kitchen and pointed to one of the sous-chefs.
“Can you run to the farmer’s market and grab whatever the kitchen needs?” I asked.
He glanced to Johnny Delaney, the grumpy kitchen manager.
Whatever, Johnny, you take your broody good looks and shove it.
“Is that okay with you?” is what I actually said to him.
He crossed his arms and grunted what I guessed was consent. That guy needed some damn sunshine in his life.
Oh God, look at me. Since I’d started hooking up with Sanders every beautiful night, I was turning into Suzie, wishing love and happiness on other people. Gross. Soon I wouldn’t even recognize myself anymore. And I could delegate like a boss now. Literally.
And wasn’t that amazing.
I was still a professional. Of course. I still wanted my promotion, I wouldn’t do anything stupid. But I was happy.
I couldn’t help but smile as I walked back to the lobby. My face just did it all the time now. When I looked up, Sanders was watching from across the room where he was about to take the group out for a morning hike. His eyes met mine and he smiled with his whole body. I tucked my hair back and focused on the task at hand.
Each day went like that. We were professionals and we were badasses. We’d work all day, impressing the shit out of the customer and then at night … well, the nights were amazing. It was risqué and sexy to work as professional counterparts during the day only to lose ourselves in each other each night.
The same day as the kitchen shortage, I was walking down the hallway when a hand grabbed me and tugged me into the janitor closet. The room was dark, but the second a hard body pressed me up against the door, I melted into the kiss that met my lips.
Sanders kissed me in the darkness of the closet, grinding his erection against my thigh as he made me come against his fingers.
“A girl could get used to this,” I said as we straightened ourselves back to sorts.
“You go out first. I need a minute,” Sanders said breathing deeply and gripping a rack of supplies, slightly hunched.
