“You were pretty drunk.”
“By the time we got back here, I’d sobered enough to know what I was asking for. I don’t regret a minute of it.”
I closed my eyes, resting my head against the headboard. “You shouldn’t. I was pretty spectacular.” I peeked at her with one eye.
“You’re an asshole.” She slapped my stomach. “Morgan,” she whispered, tracing the contours of my abdomen with her fingers where her hand had just swatted.
“Yeah?” I asked, getting lost in the pattern.
“Do you think we should stop working together? I mean, can you still work on my case after what we did?” Her finger stilled, remaining flush against my skin.
I didn’t answer right away as I thought about it. “Yeah, Race. I want to finish your case. There’s nothing more that I want than for you to be safe,” I said, knowing that no one else would work as hard for her. “No one has more to gain by the case being over than I do.”
She lifted herself, glancing up at me as the creases in her forehead deepened. “What do you have to gain, Mr. DeLuca?”
“You, Ms. True,” I said matter-of-factly. “I have everything to lose if I don’t get it right and more than I deserve if I solve your case.”
“How do you know I didn’t just want to sleep with you and be done?” She smirked.
“Come on, princess. I saw how you looked at me when you came with my dick buried inside you.”
“Sweetie, that was lust.”
I shook my head, pursing my lips. “That was more than lust.”
“I like you, Morgan, but let’s not go overboard,” she said as she laid her head back down. “Although, I’ll admit, I do love your cock.”
“It’s a start,” I lied, because although she couldn’t say the words, her body betrayed her. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but I know the truth.” I winked at her.
“I have to go into the office,” she muttered, closing her eyes.
“It’s Saturday.”
“So? Are you going to work today?” she asked, stroking the V on my abdomen.
“Yeah. After I find a place to live.”
“See. We’re both workaholics,” she teased, raking her fingernails across my skin.
“Only because I want to solve your case.”
“Good answer.”
I glanced at the clock, realizing I had an hour. “I have to go, but I don’t feel like moving.”
“Mmm,” she mumbled.
“I have an appointment with my realtor.”
She sighed before sitting up. “You better go, then.” She let the sheets fall from her body as she smirked.
I stared at her chest as my morning boner grew larger, ready to break off. “I have a little time.” I leaned forward. “Do you?” I murmured against her skin.
“I can make time.”
“I see that look in your eye,” I told her, sweeping my tongue across her neck.
“Morgan,” she whispered, her voice breathy, “just fuck me and shut up.”
