Oh yes, I would like nothing more.
He trails kisses down my neck and along my collarbone.
My phone rings.
“Ignore it.” He closes his mouth around my nipple.
My eyes flutter shut. “It’s probably my mom or Claudia. If I don’t answer, they’ll just keep calling.”
“Turn the phone off, then it won’t interrupt us.” He kisses over to my other breast.
With a shuddery breath, I push at his shoulders. “Better to deal with them now.”
He flops onto his back with a heavy sigh.
I pluck the phone from the nightstand and check the caller ID on my screen. “Hi, Mom,” I answer. “What’s up?”
“Good morning, sweetheart. It’s been a couple of days since we’ve spoken, and I wanted to catch up to discuss work.”
I roll onto my back and scrub my hand over my face. “I thought there wasn’t any work left.”
Having a break is refreshing. Not having to run from one commitment to another, working seven days a week, is time off I needed. I haven’t had a break since my career exploded. I’m in no rush to get back out there.
“I’ve booked a job for you. Claudia and I are on our way to Lucas’ apartment. Please let security know to let us up.”
There goes a morning of sex with Lucas.
“See you soon,” she says and hangs up.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I toss the phone on the nightstand.
“Bad news?” Lucas asks.
“Yes.”
Lucas springs up, concern etched on his face. “What is it?” He looks like he’ll face whatever it is with me. God, I love this man.
“Relax. Mom and Claudia are on their way. So we’ll have to continue what we were about to start a little later.”
He deflates and lies back down. “That is bad news.”
I giggle. “She said she has something booked for me that we need to discuss.”
He leans on his elbow and props his head on his fist. “Sounds promising.”
“I hope so.” Reluctantly, I get out of bed and pull Lucas’ t-shirt on. The smell of his woodsy cologne surrounds me. I wish I could stay in bed with him all day and forget about the real world. But I can’t live in this bubble forever. “I’m going to take a shower. They’ll be here soon.”
“I have work to do too. I’m meeting with Antonne, the gallery curator, to go over a few things for the exhibition.”
“That sounds exciting. I can’t wait to see it.”
His shoulders lift in a shrug. “That’s if I can get it all together on time.”
Does a flash of nerves cross his face? He’s always so confident—sometimes conceited, just not in an ‘I’m better than you’ kind of way. He just knows what he’s good at.
“I’m sure you’ll get it done.”
After taking a quick shower, I dress in simple beige pants with a white blouse and head to the kitchen for a bite to eat. As much as I’m craving a cream cheese bagel with chocolate sauce I don’thave time to call down to the restaurant, so I opt for toast with peanut butter and a cup of coffee.
