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I run my fingers down her spine, smiling as I say, “Call her back. Tell her you went into work early because your workaholic boss has you working on a secret new project,” I say.
She nods, holding a finger to her lips telling me to be quiet before she turns back to her phone. “Del, hey, sorry I missed your call,” she says quickly when her friend answers.
Smiling, I lean forward, propping myself up on my elbow as I press my mouth to the warm skin at the base of her spine. Zoey shivers at my touch, half-heartedly waving a hand as if to tell me to stop as she relays the story to Delaney about why she isn’t at home.
I slowly brush my lips up her spine, kissing her skin, inhaling her scent, a heady combination of her and me and us. She bats a hand at me again as she continues talking, but I ignore it, moving closer as I nuzzle against her neck, my hand slipping around to cup her breast. She gasps as my fingers find her nipple, pinching it gently and I chuckle at the excuse she gives Delaney about seeing a bug or something.
“Anyway, I better go,” she now says, a little breathless. “I’ve got a ton of work to do. Sorry for freaking you out.”
I don’t hear whatever else is said, but the second she drops the phone onto the bed, I’m pulling her back down to the sheets and covering her body with mine.
“Everything okay?” I ask, kissing her cheeks, her jaw, her lips.
“Yes,” she breathes out. “Although I could’ve done without the distraction as I was trying to explain all that.”
Chuckling, I shift so I’m lying between her thighs my morning hard-on pressing against her. “What are you talking about?” I whisper, my hand sliding down over the curve of her ribs and hip.
“This,” she moans, her hips pushing up as she grinds against me.
Smiling against her mouth, I move my hand between us, groaning when I discover how wet she is. “Really, because it seems like it might’ve been working for you,” I say, teasing her with my fingers, slowly sliding one inside her.
“Ethan.”
I shift, moving my fingers and teasing her with my dick now. “Guess I should probably make it up to you though,” I say, before slowly sliding inside her.
“Fuck,” she groans, her arms wrapping around me.
“Hmm, exactly.”
“You okay?” I ask, as Zoey walks into the kitchen, showered and dressed and ready for work. Both of us are later for work than we normally would be on account of making up for that distraction in bed and then again in the shower, but I don’t care, not even looking at the clock.
“Yeah,” she says, smiling as she takes the coffee I’ve made her. “Although I hope Del doesn’t swing by my office before I get in,” she adds, glancing at her watch. “Shit, I should probably go.”
“Hey, slow down,” I say, my hands on her hips as I pull her close. “Just tell her you were off-site, checking some stuff out for me.” Zoey raises a brow, a look on her face that makes me laugh. “What, it’s plausible given this new project and everything. Not that it’s public knowledge yet.”
Zoey shakes her head at me, but she’s smiling. “You have an excuse for everything, don’t you?”
My hands slip around to her ass and I pull her closer as I lean back against the kitchen counter. “Let’s just say, when I want something, I will do anything to make it work,” I say, brushing a kiss against her lips. “And I definitely want you.”
She smiles, kissing me back. “Well, we should still go into work separately,” she says. “Maybe give me a ten-minute head start?”
I laugh, wrapping my arms around her as I nuzzle her neck. “Zo, babe. I met you out at the site we were looking at,” I tell her. “Of course we can head into work at the same time.” I hear her put her mug of coffee down on the counter before she drops her arms on my shoulders. Lifting my head, I look up to find her smirking at me. “What?” I ask with a laugh.
“You love this, don’t you?”
“What?”
She rolls her eyes, but it’s playful. “This, the whole sneaking around thing.”
I tilt my head to the side, quirking my lips. “Well, it is kinda hot, don’t you think?”
Now she laughs, leaning in to kiss me. “Yes, it is. Also, you’re kinda hot in this suit, Mr. Morrison.”
I squeeze her gently, my gaze dropping to her chest and this fitted black knit sweater she wears. Paired with the slim fit black pants and leopard print heels, she looks fucking amazing. “And you, Zoey Holden, are fucking gorgeous. These shoes, fuck, are you trying to kill me?”
She lifts a foot, glancing down at it before looking back at me. “You like them, huh?”
“Fuck yes I do,” I growl, kissing her hard. “Were you seriously planning to walk to work in them?”
