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“Sorry, I was—” I broke off as I stepped inside. What the fuck could I say? Distracted by your lips? Thinking about all the ways I could get you undressed and satisfied before the boys got off the bus in a few hours?
“It’s weird being here without the kids, isn’t it?” she said, her hip resting against the island countertop.
“Hmm.” She looked so soft and inviting and seemingly unaffected by my presence. The electric fireplace was on the living room, and a candle was burning some autumn scent in the air. The entire effect was intimate.
She pushed off the counter and moved toward her office. “Did you want to get to it?”
My entire body heated at her words even though my brain registered she wasn’t referring to getting naked. I swallowed hard and lifted the bag of food. “I brought carryout.”
She smiled, slow and sweet, almost like she had a secret she wanted me to guess. “I see that. I thought I’d get you started in the office on the paperwork. We can eat while we work, and then I wanted to talk to you about something.”
I didn’t care about the food or the numbers on a spreadsheet. I wanted her laid out on the countertop for me to feast on her. But my naughty thoughts stumbled to a stop over her wanting to talk to me. What could she possibly want to talk to me about? Was she pulling Hunter from baseball? Was it too much for her to handle? My mind was reeling with the possibilities.
She moved past me, her shoulder brushing mine as her scent, a vanilla lavender, trailed after her. She glanced over her shoulder. “Are you coming?”
I moved into action, my brain interpreting her question differently. I wanted her to come with my fingers, my tongue, and then my cock.
In front of me, her hips swayed. Her ass perfectly outlined in those soft-looking pants. There was no chance she was wearing panties underneath.
“Nick?” Abby turned to face me in the doorway of the office.
Her brow furrowed as she took the take-out bags from me. “Are you okay? You’re acting weird.”
I decided to go with honesty. “I can’t be around you and not touch you.”
I moved closer as her eyes widened in surprise. I brushed an errant strand of hair from her face. “I can’t be around you and not wonder what it’s like to kiss you.”
“But you know,” she insisted softly.
“I have a very good memory, and I want a repeat. I want to explore your body. And I don’t want you to walk out on me this time.”
Her expression pinched. “I’m sorry about that.”
“I know why you did it. You were protecting yourself and your son.” I understood her so much better now, and it would make us coming together that much better. My fingers tingled with possibilities.
She let a breath out. “That’s what I wanted to talk about.”
Her words cooled my over-heated body. She wanted to put the brakes on us. She wanted distance, space. She wanted nothing to do with me. I should have known it would happen. There was a roaring in my head I couldn’t shake.
“I wanted to propose an arrangement.” Her words were hesitant as if she wasn’t sure of my reaction.
Was she talking about me being an accountant or something else? My heart tripped over the possibility of “something else.” “How so?”
“Together,” she gestured between us, “we don’t have a future, but what if we gave in to our desires with no strings attached. No expectations. No one catches any feelings.”
“It’s like you read my mind.” My voice was gravelly, my muscles pulled taut. I practically vibrated with anticipation.
“So, we have an understanding?” She looked up at me through her lashes, but I was already gone. My hands gripped her hips as I pulled her roughly into my body. I spread my legs, giving her room to stand between them.
“Just so we’re clear—you want me to fuck you.” My words were crass, but I didn’t want there to be any confusion or misunderstanding. It was almost painful to hold back, to wait the extra precious seconds for her to respond.
But her eyes flashed with desire, not fear. “That’s right.”
I cupped the back of her head and tipped her to the perfect angle. “Just wanted to be sure before I did this.”
Her lips parted on a gasp as I kissed her with the pent-up frustration from her walking out months ago. Her reluctance to take it further when we reconnected. I kissed her with the passion I remembered from our first night together. She was sweet and pliable, warm and soft. I hated the time we spent apart, and I wanted to make up for it.
I walked her backward until her ass touched the desk. She reached for the edge as I kissed her harder. I’d never felt that desperate for anyone before.
