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She slid her hands up his chest and locked her arms around his neck. Her small, firm breasts pressed against him. “You’re trembling.”
He felt her lips against his shoulder. He wanted to touch her everywhere, explore and memorize the perfection of the woman who had captured his heart.
Holding her even tighter in his arms, he kissed her forehead. “So are you, babe. Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
Chapter Five
The hardwood floor pressed against her hip uncomfortably, but Kaelen’s firm body cradled the rest of her with a warmth and security that made her reluctant to shift. She’d never been one to cuddle after sex. Usually she dived for her shirt, even if she planned to stay the night.
Kaelen had stared at her scars, but to her relief, he hadn’t asked.
And that kiss had knocked her socks off. He certainly knew how to use those lips. The man had lethal skill, and it bothered her. It was just another indication of his perfection, and she had never been comfortable around perfect people. Seeing faults and imperfections in others brought her no small measure of comfort. The more flaws people had, the more she felt a connection with them.
She didn’t understand why she felt so connected to Kaelen. The afterglow usually faded by this point. He’d been holding her for at least twenty minutes.
At last he relaxed his hold, easing her away and capturing her with a searing kiss. The tip of his tongue slid along the seam of her lips. She surrendered to his demand, parting to let his tongue sweep inside and claim temporary dominion.
His fingertips traced a path up and down her spine as he settled back, letting his head fall to the floor. “How are you doing, babe?”
She sighed and pushed away. “I wish you wouldn’t call me that.”
He sat up, and his jeans brushed against her thigh. She turned away from the way they gaped open to show his semihard cock. “Babe?”
“That.”
The hand on her back dropped away. “Why?”
“It’s demeaning.” She tried to put some distance between them as she reached back for her sweater, but he snaked his arm around her waist and held her close.
“How so?”
Having located her sweater, she snagged it, but it didn’t move much. Kaelen was sitting on it. “You’re on my sweater.”
He shrugged. “You’re going to be putting something else on for the next scene. You won’t need it. Are you going to answer me?”
She didn’t have a good answer, other than that the level of familiarity irritated her. “It implies I’m incompetent and inexperienced or that I’m lesser than you.”
He laughed, a real, honest sound originating deep in his belly. When he finally quieted down, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulled her closer despite her best effort to resist, and kissed her forehead. “It implies I find you incredibly hot and desirable, and it’s familiar and intimate, but it doesn’t say anything about your competence and experience or anything else.”
Having spent enough of her life being the object of laughter and ridicule, she didn’t take kindly to his amusement at her expense. She rolled her eyes at his declaration and wiggled away.
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom.” She tried to flounce away, but he grabbed her hand.
“Your next outfit is in there.” He pointed to the bottom left drawer of her desk.
Crouching down, she yanked the handle. Metal rolled over metal. The two scraps of cloth looked like they could be the white blouse and plaid skirt she’d anticipated earlier. She gathered the clothes in the crook of her arm and fled to the safety and privacy of the bathroom.
The next part of the script called for her to be his administrative assistant. Secretary. He’d be her boss. When she’d read the scenario, she couldn’t help but notice the blatant sexual harassment of the scene. At the time, she’d figured if he was willing to play the role of Kaelen in her fantasy, she would return the favor by playing the role of secretary/slut for his fantasy.
Having Kaelen show up changed everything. She had expected to bend over in a short skirt and file papers, play at being chased around a desk, and be groped when she leaned over to give him a file. But she hadn’t expected Kaelen to be that man. She wondered why he’d cast her in such a demeaning role.
But she had found the scenario exciting when she first read it. If she pushed the idea of Kaelen out of her head and focused on the facts, she could do this and have fun with it. The man with whom she’d spent the last two hours had melted her with his kisses and fucked like a champion. She could do worse. She might not be able to walk tomorrow, but she’d be relaxing on a lounge chair on a beach in the Caribbean. She wouldn't need to walk.
