“I can’t,” I mutter, and he likes that a lot too. “Drew?—”
“Yes, Ally?” He’s still teasing, but his voice is uneven, and I can tell he’s struggling to maintain his own control. “Do you still have an ache?”
His fingers are maddeningly close to where I want them. “Please, Drew?—”
He hooks a finger under the elastic of my panties and his eyes widen. “Fuck!” he groans, as his control finally snaps.
And then a lot of things seem to happen all at once. He pushes down his jeans and his boxers, revealing a very impressive erection. Somehow, my panties disappear, and he settles himself between my legs.
Then he drives into me and starts to move, and it’s too good.
Sex is a hell of a lot better with someone you love. Especially when you know that person loves you back.
Afterward, we laze in bed together and Drew plays with my hair.
“Heather Larkin lost her job today,” he says casually. “Her assistant got a written warning.”
“What?” I sit up in surprise. “Because of what they said about us?” I’d hoped Heather would be disciplined for what she said, but I didn’t expect her to get fired.
“Their behavior was inconsistent with the values of the organization.” Drew shrugs as though it’s no big deal, but there’s a smile of satisfaction on his lips.
“What did you do?”
“I met with the head of Human Resources last week, while you were still in England,” he explains. “I showed them the email you sent me, describing what you overheard. HR should be reaching out to you shortly to offer you your job back.”
“Wow. Drew, I . . . thank you.”
His eyes search mine. “If you want the job, that is.”
“Yeah.” I take a deep breath. “Actually, I don’t think I do. I’ve been thinking about teaching tennis. I have a meeting with the athletics director for the Somerset Club next week, there may be an opportunity there.”
Drew’s face splits into a grin. “Ally, that’s great.”
I feel myself smiling too. “Yeah. The Somerset Club would just be part time, but I think I can find some private clients too. My parents’ neighbors asked if I’d teach their daughter last year. I said no at the time, but I might reach out to see if they’re still interested?—”
“You should.” Drew wraps his arm around my chest and pulls me underneath him. He drops a featherlight kiss on my forehead, then works his way down, kissing my eyelids, my cheekbones, the tip of my nose. “You’ll be spectacular.”
“I hope so.” I don’t know if I’ll be any good as a tennis coach, or if I’ll be able to make a living at it. But I owe it to myself to give it a shot.
Drew kisses his way down my neck, pausing at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
“I still can’t believe they fired Heather,” I muse.
Drew lifts his head from my neck. “That’s what you want to talk about right now?”
I’m tempted to tell him to go back to what he was doing, because it felt incredibly good. But curiosity wins out.
“I’d have thought they’d need more evidence. The only other person there was Janine, and she would have backed Heather up.”
“Apparently there had been other complaints about Heather, and the board wasn’t too happy with her overall performance.”
“But even still . . .”
Drew rolls off me with a sigh. “I explained that I didn’t feel able to work with her anymore.” He pauses. “And then I resigned as department chief.”
“You quit?”
“As the department chief, yeah,” he nods. “And I might have implied I was considering a job offer in Toronto.”
