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Roarke kissed along my jawline, nipping at my neck, before rolling off of me and looking up at the ceiling, still breathing hard.
I rolled toward him and put my hand on his broad chest. “How often do you work out?”
“Me? Used to play hockey. Lately, not as often. Especially went I thought about starting a family.”
“But you didn’t,” I said.
Roarke frowned. “Way to wound a guy, Riley. I still want kids, someday.”
“You’re not getting any younger.”
“Jesus. You really know how to pillow talk.” Roarke continued to frown at me and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m only joking. I’m sure you’ll find your future ex-Mrs. Brentwood who will pop out a couple of crotch goblins for you soon enough.”
“Did you just...crotch goblins?” Roarke erupted into laughter. “You’re not one of those child-free people, are you?”
I laughed. “No, not exactly. I just want to focus on my career for a while.”
I wanted kids one day too, even if the little ones seemed to just be so muchresponsibility. I was a single woman, making on my own, and the thought of facing it alone anytime soon was daunting.
“I want plenty of crotch goblins, hopefully soon,” Roarke stated, and I snorted out a laugh.
This was one of the many reasons that we shouldn’t be doing this. We had little to nothing in common. I had more in common with the other junior associates, like Mark Windham, for example. Regardless, I just didn’t want to get involved with anyone at work, including Roarke.
“I should go,” I said suddenly, sitting up naked in Roarke’s bed. He frowned.
“Already? Thought we could go another round or two.”
I blushed, which wasn’t something I did easily. “I don’t think so. I need to be home in bed, I have a deposition tomorrow morning.”
“Not for the Martinez case,” Roarke said stubbornly.
I gave him a withering look as I pulled my clothes back on, running my fingers through my hair to finger-comb it.
“The Martinez case isn't my only case,” I reminded him. “Unlike a partner, I can’t just focus on one case and one case only.”
Roarke stretched. “I could take you off everything else.”
I stared at him, anger rising in me. “Why, don’t you think I can handle it?”
“Whoa, whoa,” Roarke said, holding out his hands as if in defense. “I was just offering a …. professional courtesy.”
“Doesn’t sound very professional,” I snapped, grabbing up my purse and putting on my heels.
I wanted so badly to slam the door of his apartment when I walked out, but I didn’t give him the pleasure of seeing how much he had affected me. I had spent my whole life working to get to where I was on my own, trying to succeed without any help, and I’d be damned if I accepted help from Roarke Brentwood just because now we had slept together.
Hadbeing the operative word. I wasn’t going to ever do it again. Besides, I didn’t evenlikeRoarke. Did I?
When I arrived home, I saw that Mark had texted me:Breakfast before the deposition?
I sighed. I had way too much on my plate to be dealing with either man.
ROARKE
Magda had runout of my apartment like it was on fire, and I didn’t know what the hell I’d said to piss her off. Women were crazy was all I could figure. I expected her back before lunch after the deposition for the Santos case, which I found out was her only other case. She wasn’t slammed with back-to-back cases like she’d made it seem.
Sure, I’d looked into the computer schedules to find that out, since Richard usually handled all that kind of stuff, but it wasn’t stalking. I was just curious as to how much work she had.
