His gaze flew to the line in question. “Party B agrees to keep Milky Way available in their household at all times so that Party A can recover after the contract is fulfilled.” He nodded, feigning seriousness. “The clause makes sense. In return, I could lower my standards and have some gummy bears at my place.”
“Oh, Gareth,” she said, feigning shock. “Be careful what you say. I might get the idea that you’re willing to give me anything to sleep with you again.”
Well, that was somewhat true. Gareth would have signed away his wealth and agreed to never eat Milky Way again — as long as she didn’t stop giving him that dark, promising look.But saying it would have lost him any bargaining power, so instead he muttered, “Don’t get cocky. You’ll have to pick out the red bears yourself. By the way, I think the last timecontract fulfillmentwas used as a synonym for sex was back in the eighteenth century, when forced marriages were all the rage. Out of curiosity, how did you manage to create this with barely any sleep and yet still get here looking likethat?” he asked angrily, pointing at her.
She laughed. “By making a pact with the devil. Well, or at least the temp who’s looking after hell while you’re up here.”
He battled a grin. “And here I thought after two orgasms you’d be a little more charming. What did the devil demand from you? Your soul?”
“No, I sold that to Harvard years ago so I could study there. He merely wanted some tips from me about annoying multi-millionaire hockey team owners. He had heard about my talent in that area.”
God, it hadn’t been this easy to talk to her in years. Anyone who said sex didn’t solve problems was clearly using it wrong. Gareth would recommend it as a conflict resolution tool anytime, at least for releasing years of pent-up anger.
He let his gaze wander slowly down her neck, settling on the spot where he knew she’d moan if he gently bit her. God, he’d buried himself inside her barely nine hours ago, and he already wanted her again. That was dangerous. It was…
Hazel cleared her throat. “Gareth. Stop looking at me like that. You’re not allowed to touch me until the contract is signed and we’re both off work. That’s clause X-2. So concentrate!”
Right. He forced his gaze back to the paper and scanned the lines. Most of it sounded logical. The non-disclosure clause made sense. The clause about them taking turns meeting at each other’s residences made sense. The clause about them not exchanging physical contact during work hours, unfortunately,made sense too. However, a few points… “This contract covers sex only,” he read. “No public appearances together.”
Hazel nodded.
“Do you mean dates?”
“Obviously, I mean dates.”
“Okay. So I’m not allowed to feed you, only fuck you?”
She laughed. “You can feed me within the four walls of your home.”
“Deal. Hangry Hazel isn’t funny,” he replied thoughtfully. “And I’m honestly sorry, but Paragraph X-18 is out. You can’t be on top every time, you greedy thing.” He crossed out the line. “And what do you mean,an orgasm is treated like a favor from Paragraph 8?”
“Well, it’s logical. A favor for a favor. An orgasm for an orgasm.”
He chuckled softly and looked up. “Are you afraid you’re getting the short end of the stick, Hazel? I thought I proved that wasn’t true yesterday.”
She gulped audibly. “Well, so…”
“And I’m okay with two for one,” he continued quietly, bumping his foot against hers. “Let’s just call it a G-special.”
She blinked. “Does G stand for G-spot?”
He laughed. “For Gareth, but okay…”
“Oh, you just want to win again, Gareth!”
He laughed louder. “Hazel, some would say you’re winning with this arrangement.”
“Oh.” She shrugged and bit her lip. “No. It should be…fair.”
“It’s more than fair,” he whispered. “We won’t count orgasms. It limits my creativity.” Slowly, he leaned toward her and positioned one hand on her right hip, and the other on the left, until Hazel’s breasts brushed his button placket with each deep breath.
“You’re only allowed to touch me outside work hours, Gareth,” she whispered, staring at his lips.
“I haven’t signed anything yet. Hazel, it would be punishment for me if I couldn’t use my mouth or my fingers or whatever on you before I let you come with my cock.”
She swallowed, her eyes widening. “Well, naturally, I don’t want to punish you,” she whispered, tilting her head and scanning his face down to his chest. “Well, maybe I do a little. Because you’re already breaking the rules. Signed or not: No advances in the workplace. We should be talking about Blake.” She reached out and lightly scratched her nails over the pounding pulse in his neck, then ran her hands down his button placket. “Because he’s brilliant.”
“He’s playing like shit.”
