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I pressed my thumb against a reddening spot at the edge of her lips where my stubble had abraded her skin. “Acceptable?”
Her mouth quirked as she failed to suppress a smile. “Barely.”
“Barely, huh? Next time I’ll bring my A game.” Rolling her onto her back, I pressed my lips to her breastbone. “If it’ll make you happy, I’ll get a pack of Listerine strips to keep by the bed.”
Of course, that implied there’d be a next time, which we hadn’t exactly established yet. It might be wishful thinking on my part.I want to sleep with youdidn’t necessarily translate toI want to be with you.
“Make it Altoids,” she said, threading her fingers through my hair.
I hid my smile by kissing her stomach. “Anything you want.”
Her fingernails stroked over my scalp, and I hummed in blissful contentment as I lay my cheek on her stomach.
“Please feel free to keep doing that forever.” Pretty sure I was glowing. Having her here, being close like this, was the next best thing to heaven. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this content.
She fidgeted a little at the prickle of my stubble, but didn’t stop her exquisite scalp massage. “I can’t believe I actually fell asleep last night.”
“What was it you said about the magic healing properties of my dick?”
“This has nothing to do with your dick.”
“Really?” In retribution for the insult to my manhood, I rubbed my scratchy face on her stomach, making her wriggle beneath me. “I’m pretty sure I read something once about orgasms releasing an endorphin that induces sleep.”
“It’s never worked that well before.”
I propped my chin on her stomach, gazing at her as I stroked my hand up the inside of her thigh. “Clearly I deliver a higher quality of orgasms. Other orgasms pale in comparison. On account of my magic healing dick.”
“Sorry. Nope. Not buying it.” So she said, but the way her eyelids fluttered when my fingers traced her entrance told a different story.
Rising up on my forearms, I nuzzled the spot on her neck where I knew she was most sensitive. I’d politely been trying to keep my hard-on to myself, but now I pressed it shamelessly against her leg. Purely for illustrative purposes, of course. “I think we owe it to ourselves to test it out again. It’s the only way to know the truth. We have to have sex again. For science.”
“For science, hmm?”
“It’s a moral imperative.” I cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she gasped.
“I do like science an awful lot.” Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, and my eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure shot down my spine.
“Me too. I like it so fucking much.”
* * *
“Something’s different about you,” my secretary said when I walked into the office Monday morning.
I attempted to school my expression, but my mouth twitched without my permission. I deposited the coffee I’d picked up for her on the desk next to her keyboard. “Good morning, Debra.”
Her eagle-eyed gaze narrowed as she scrutinized me even more closely. “Something happened.”
“I had a relaxing weekend,” I said with a shrug, avoiding further eye contact by heading for my office. “Got enough sleep for once.”
While that was all technically true, the extra spring in my step this morning wasn’t because of sleep. It had more to do with what I’d done when I wasn’t sleeping. Namely, having a lot of sex with Tess.
Somehow we’d ended up spending most of the weekend together. After a leisurely morning in bed on Saturday, we’d gone to a coffee shop where both of us spent a few hours doing work. After that, we went back to her place, fooled around, ordered dinner, and made an attempt to watch a movie that quickly turned into more fooling around.
Much to my delight, Tess had let me sleep over without much protest. We’d parted for a couple of hours Sunday morning while she went to visit her dad, then met back up for a run along the lakefront, followed by a late brunch, followed by more catching up on work, this time sitting side by side on her couch.
It was kind of great how well our lifestyles meshed. We were both workaholics who used exercise to work off stress—although all the sex we were having almost made the exercise superfluous. Turned out I could do work as well on Tess’s couch as my own, with the added bonus of sex during breaks.
Debra pushed her chair back and followed me to the doorway of my office. She stood with one hand on her hip and the other holding her tablet as she watched me hang up my suit jacket. “You met someone. That’s it, isn’t it? That smile on your face was put there by a woman.”
