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She set the lunch sack on his blotter and then eased up on the desk, staying on the opposite side. As her scent wafted over him, his cock nudged his zipper, already expecting attention. One sniff of her was all it took.
“And sacrifice the few hours we have alone?” She shook her head. “Not gonna happen. Besides, who are you to talk?”
Excellent point. He’d never been one to get a full eight, but his recent pace was insane. Three hours’ sleep was a good night lately.
He sent the email he’d just completed and swiveled his chair toward her. “We’ll both get a chance to rectify that this week.”
Deliberately he kept his gaze steady on hers. He waited to see any of the usual female guilt tricks—downcast eyes, a quivering frown, even a resigned sigh. Once those started, the door began looking mighty appealing. But she only nodded, her gaze clear and direct.
“I’ve missed my bed,” she admitted. “Yours does weird things to my back.” She danced her fingertips over his knuckles, sending heat straight into his balls. “Or maybe it’s you who’s screwed up my back. You do tend to be awfully…enthusiastic.”
He barely heard the last part. She missed her bed? When had a woman ever said that to him before?
“Well, anytime you want a change of venue, let me know. You’re the one who refuses to let me inside your apartment.”
She flashed him a relaxed smile. She couldn’t have been further from the edgy, desperate woman he’d had sex with in his home office that morning if she tried. “Testy, testy. I bet you’re hungry. Have you eaten today?”
“No.” He shoved a hand through his hair and caught her staring. “What?”
“Spencer Galvin, that looked suspiciously like a nervous tic to me.”
“Yeah, yeah. So I happened to look at your file this morning.” He shuffled papers on his desk then glanced up to see her watching him. “Your birthday’s next week.”
“You don’t say.”
Under her usual sarcasm he heard an edge. “Not a fan of birthdays?”
“Not particularly.” She gave a jerky shrug. “They were never a big deal in my family. My parents are in Sedona right now, singing love songs and playing guitar, so I’ll probably be on my own. I’m kind of used to them not being around,” she added quickly. “Actually I prefer it.”
Uh huh. “Singing love songs in Sedona? Didn’t we leave the sixties behind a while ago?”
“They’ve never grown out of their hippie stage.” Another shrug. “It suits them.”
He leaned back in his chair. “Imagining you coming from granola-eating beatniks with guitars is a hard sell. Sure you’re not adopted?”
“That’s a question I think they’ve wondered themselves. They spent so much time high it’s possible they don’t even know.” She smiled brightly, too brightly, as if she’d just told the funniest joke in the world. But her eyes revealed her pain.
He leaned forward and laid a hand on her thigh. “I could come back for your birthday. Just for the night. I could rearrange—” Her surprised expression stopped him. What was he saying?
“No, no need for that. Thanks though. I’m sure birthdays bring back bad memories for you.” She tipped her head sideways and flirtatiously batted her lashes. “Since you’ve had so many of them and all.”
He knew she was trying to snow him but it was difficult to think straight when she was looking at him like that. The more she teased him, the harder he got. She’d slicked her mouth with gloss and he couldn’t go another second without feeling her wet lips under his.
“Come here.”
She reached forward and tugged his tie, pulling him to his feet. “No, you come here.”
He gripped her chin and seized her mouth in a hot, deep kiss. Damn, she tasted like heaven. She tangled her fingers in his hair, angling toward him until he heard something hit the floor. Didn’t know what, didn’t care. He slipped his hand under her top, already anticipating the feel of her warm, soft breast in his palm. Her nipple straining, yearning and tight between his fingers—
“Hey, Spence. Want some lunch?”
Kelly shoved him back so hard he nearly crashed into his computer. With his brain still careening from the kiss, he stared at his sister in the doorway, sure he should be doing something other than laughing.
He was fucking laughing.
Now Marcia wasn’t the only one gazing at him. Kelly was too as she struggled to pull down h
er shirt.
