Page 179 of I Choose You

His only saving grace was that he hadn’t been in town when she claimed they’d hooked up. Irrefutable proof remained in the form of his flight and hotel stays.

“Still. Your reputation precedes you,” I warned him. “You got lucky.”

“This time,” Pamela said as she came in to drop off a form then leave again.

“But in the future, hands off.”

He rolled his eyes. “Look, just because you’re determined to settle down with Brooke doesn’t mean you can preach it to anyone else. I’m happy to be—and remain—single.”

And there she was. Smirking at Kody’s comment, she shook her head as she entered the office, files in hand.

“Hands off at the office,” she advised dryly.

I’d already told her about it all before she called to let me know she was stopping by. Texting or calling, we were always in touch in those brief moments of downtime during our busy days.

I gestured at her. “Exactly. Hands off at the office.”

He volleyed his gaze between us, skeptical. “Sure. Like that’s what you’re here for.”

She playfully sneered at him, holding up the file. “I’m here to go over a long list of contract points to finalize.” She raised her coffee. “Hope you’re ready.”

I stood, heading toward her and taking the files to toss to my desk. “You know what, Kody? I think I can handle this meeting on my own.”

He groaned and shook his head. “I’m going. I’m going. Put your damn out-of-office reply up.”

After he shut the door, I took the tall coffee Brooke had arrived with and put it on a side table next to the chairs that faced my desk.

“I mean it. I know we stayed up late last night, but we need to address these last points.” She lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at me. “What are you doing, locking that door?”

I stalked back to her, loving the way her eyes lit up in excitement.

“Making sure no one interrupts.”

She crossed her arms. “Interrupts our meeting?”

I nodded, retreating to the windows to close the blinds on the door, too. I didn’t need anyone looking in and seeing how I’d make a hypocrite of myself. I had no plans to keep my hands off her. Or my mouth.

She rolled her eyes. “You have a one-track mind.”

“Yeah. Brooke. On repeat.”

She grinned, propping her butt to the edge of my desk.

I groaned, sinking in to one of the chairs. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about you spread out right here?”

“We’re at work,” she reminded me primly. She hopped back to sit and spread her legs wide.

I dropped my head back and groaned. “You fucking tease.”

“Hmmm-mmm.” She traced her finger over the low cut of her collar. “You love it.”

“I do. I love it and I love you.” I loved everything she did. But when she teased me like this, it only amped up my desire.

“I waited twelve years to get you,” I told her as I stood. “Waiting makes the rewards all the more better.”

“Yep.” She crossed her legs but eyed my crotch. “And we can wait until we’re in the bedroom for that kind of a lethal smolder you’ve got going on there.”

Dammit. She just had to look there. I could see it now. Eating her on this desk. Her sinking to the carpet right here. Pounding into her.