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“What deal?”
Kelly lifted her damp hair off her neck, hoping she looked more casual than she felt. She’d never quite managed to forget the position she’d found Leigh and Spencer in that day in his office. That she’d clearly been crying made Kelly wonder if he’d been trying to comfort her, but that was almost as out there as imagining Leigh crying in the first place. Leigh never showed any emotion, period. If she hadn’t seen the remnants of tears with her own eyes, Kelly never would’ve believed it.
“She looked teary the day I came in on you two on the loveseat,” she said pointedly, tired of beating around the bush.
Spencer arched an eyebrow. “Came in on us? We weren’t having sex.”
“How about playing tonsil hockey?”
He shook his head, smiling briefly. “You’ve never cried after kissing me.”
Yet.
“So?” she asked when he didn’t continue.
“So,” he countered, brushing his lips over her brow. “There’s nothing to tell. Leigh has had some…difficulties in the past and I’m her friend. All there is to it.”
“Do you make her feel better by letting her grope you?” She crowed inwardly when he gave her the look, the one that said she was about to go too fa
r. It was her favorite of all his expressions, other than when he was about to come. “Sorry, had to ask. We both know she wants to cover you in buttercream frosting and gobble you down like her favorite cookie.”
“Truly remarkable imagination and a dirty mind. No wonder we’re so compatible.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Speaking of dirty, you look positively delicious right now. But as your boss,” he grinned when she made a face, “I can’t let you go to work looking so thoroughly used. Seeing you like that is a secret I’m not willing to share.”
“Unless we’re at Kink.”
“Sharing you there is hard enough. You noticed I didn’t do so well with that the other night, I’m assuming.”
“Really? What would sharing me well have looked like then? Encouraging Paul to take me up the ass?”
“Hardly.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m saving that particular area for me.”
She snorted, pretending his words didn’t give her a little tingle of anticipation. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You are so a cheater.”
“Uh huh.” He cleaned up and then gestured for her to lead the way upstairs to the bedroom. “Go on, get ready. I’ll just make some calls.”
“Of course. Can’t waste a perfectly good lunch hour on recreation.”
He swatted her bare ass. “It wasn’t a waste, believe me. Now get a move on before I have to dock your pay.”
“You wish.” But she was grinning when she headed into the bathroom.
She emerged ten minutes later, freshly soaped and showered and smelling like his manly man soap. Her cheeks were glowing and she was pretty sure the restorative benefits of amazing sex followed by a cool shower could cure most of the world’s ills. She felt incredible, wide-awake and able to tackle the world.
And as for the man currently sprawled on his messy bed, discussing something in low tones on the phone? She definitely wanted to tackle him too.
When she caught the words “e-readers” and “innovate”, her pulse kicked up. Then he said her name to whomever he was speaking to and she lifted her brows.
“Who was that?” she demanded the moment he ended the call.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he said lightly. His forehead bore enough tension lines that she knew the phone call hadn’t gone well.
“Was that the Sinclairs?”
“Maybe. C’mere,” he said, sitting up and drawing her closer with a quick tug on her hands.
