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“I thought old men had trouble getting it up.”
I pinch her nipple through her shirt and bra, making her yelp and slap my hand away.
“Obviously, I don’t have that problem. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands to myself,” I admit, pulling back and meeting her sensational blue eyes.
Her arms wrap around my neck, and she nibbles on my chin. “That’s part of the fun. The build-up. The anticipation.”
I kiss her again because I have to kiss her again. I can’t get enough of kissing her.
She kisses me back with lots of tongue and a little grinding and then she slips away. “I’m going home to sleep for an hour or so.” She takes a step away from me and then another, and I want to chase after her. I want to scoop her up in my arms, throw her over my shoulder, and carry her upstairs so I can fuck her in my bed. And then in my shower.
“Pick me up and we’ll go have brunch with your mom.”
I shake my head and step forward. “Wait. I’ll drive you.”
She slips her phone out of her back pocket and wiggles it at me. “My Uber is pulling up now. I’m good. See you in a couple of hours, Doctor.” She winks at me and then leaves, shutting the front door behind her, and I sag back against the glass of my back door and sigh.
I’m going to introduce Katy to my mom as the woman I’m trying to impregnate. And Katy is going to introduce me to her family as her boss who’s trying to knock her up. Great. Her cousins are likely going to kick my ass, and I wouldn’t exactly blame them.
I scrub my hands up and down my face. This is getting complicated fast.
Chapter Fourteen
The second Katy left, I emailed my lawyer and asked him if he could recommend a good family attorney to draw up the contract. Boundaries. That was the word I kept mentally repeating while I drank my coffee, took a shower, and combed through my closet. It was the same word I kept repeating even when I put on a particular blue T-shirt, knowing how it made the blue in my eyes stand out and fit my body perfectly since I’d seen women stare at me in it on numerous occasions. I had the word on my tongue when I sprayed on some cologne—cologne I hadn’t worn in years—and while I packed a small bag with swim trunks and a towel knowing I’d likely get to see Katy in a bathing suit, hopefully a bikini.
But the moment Katy comes out of the building she texted me the address for, since I dropped her somewhere else last night, wearing a pink sundress with a heart-shaped neckline that hugs her chest and then flows out at the waist, stopping just above her knees, cute matching flats, pretty makeup on, and her hair up in a playful ponytail I want to wrap around my fist, that word feels like a joke. Like the universe is pointing and laughing at me for already being such a sucker and developing a real and serious crush on this woman when I absolutely should not.
It’s as if the universe is reminding me that years ago, I wanted Katy Barrows more than I’d ever wanted anyone. From the moment I set eyes on her, I had to have her.
And I didn’t.
I stayed within the lines as I always did—which made the sexual misconduct allegations even more ironic and harder to swallow—and I let her slip through my fingers and left her with only a kiss shared between us. Now we’re in the same city again and I’m her boss—still fucking forbidden.
But this morning, I had her.
Every perfect, incredible inch of her. Finally.
And instead of making me want her less, instead of making me feel like I scratched a long overdue itch, it’s made me want her more. The sort of more you pray has an end, or at least an enough button. Because right now Katy is all I see. My every obsessive thought is tied to her. And I want her naked and moaning my name continuously.
I could say it’s a result of all those years of wondering. All those thoughts I had about her when she was just a student. Or hell, even a rebound after getting screwed over by my wife and best friend. But I’d be lying.
I’m starting to think the biggest mistake of my life was not fighting for Katy from the start.
“Hey,” she chirps as she gets in, smelling like candy and vanilla as she buckles up. “Did you sleep?”
“No. I got a few hours last night, so I’m okay.” You look beautiful nearly slips out, but this isn’t a date, and I need to stop thinking of her that way.
She squirms on the seat against the cool leather and takes a deep inhale. “I got about an hour, and it was heaven. So weird how our bodies are adjusted to functioning on such little sleep, and any we get is like a bonus.” Her head twists in my direction as I pull out into Boston traffic and head toward my mother’s condo. “It’s funny, I never asked, but I’m just realizing now, did you grow up in Boston?”
“I did. Well, I was born in Southie but grew up on the south shore about thirty minutes outside of the city.”
“That’s wild considering we met in Baltimore. I grew up in the house you dropped me off at last night.”
“Your uncle’s place?”
She nods, inhaling again without trying to be obvious about it, and I mentally high-five myself for going with the cologne, even as I mentally berate myself for the high-five. I’m so fucked.
“I should warn you about my mom,” I start, twisting my hand on the wheel.
