He shifts slightly, rolling us so I’m halfway lying on top of him, my chin propped on his chest. His eyes are soft with sleep and something deeper that makes my heart skip.
“I could get used to this,” he says quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Don’t get too comfortable, Singleton. You still have five more nights to prove yourself.”
His laugh rumbles through his chest beneath me. “Is that a challenge, Counselor?”
“Maybe.” I lean down to kiss him, slow and sweet. “Think you’re up for it?”
His hands slide down to grip my hips, moving me to straddle him and I can feel exactly how up for it he is. “I’ve never backed down from a challenge in my life.”
My phone vibrates on the nightstand, and I groan against his lips.
“Ignore it.” His mouth moves to my neck.
But it vibrates again, then again. With a sigh, I reach for it, squinting at the screen.
“Shit.” I sit up abruptly. “Eliza’s been trying to reach me. There’s an emergency with the Morrison case.”
Aaron’s hands slide up my back, his touch still distracting even as I try to focus on the messages. “How much of an emergency?”
“The kind that requires me to be in the office in an hour.” I start to climb off him, but his arms tighten around me.
“Five more minutes,” he pulls me back down for another kiss. “The legal world won’t collapse without you for five more minutes.”
Despite the urgency of Eliza’s messages, I find myself melting into him. Maybe the world can wait just a little longer. His hands slide beneath the sheets, finding the sensitive spot on my inner thigh that makes me gasp.
“Aaron,” I whisper, torn between responsibility and desire. “I really should?—”
His fingers move higher, and my protest dissolves into a moan. “Should what?” he asks innocently, his eyes dark with want.
“You’re impossible,” I breathe, already grinding on his fingers.
“And you’re irresistible. Especially when you’re trying to be responsible.”
I should pull away. I should shower, dress, and rush to the office, where Eliza is waiting with a crisis that requires my expertise. Instead, I find myself straddling him, the sheet falling away as I press my palms against his chest. He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom.
“Five minutes,” I say, taking the condom from him. “Not a second more.”
He groans. “I can work with that.”
Five minutes, my ass.
Twenty minutes later, I’m rushing to get ready while Aaron makes coffee. I emerge from the bathroom in a towel, my hair dripping as I rummage through my overnight bag for something suitable to wear, when Aaron appears in the doorway with a steaming mug.
“I made it extra strong,” he hands me the mug. “Figured you’d need the boost.”
“My hero.” I take a grateful sip before placing it down on the nightstand.
“I ordered you a car,” he adds. “It’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”
I pause in the middle of pulling out my blouse. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to. I know you don’t want me driving you to work.” He crosses the room and presses a kiss on my shoulder. “Consider it part of the six-night package deal. Incredible sex, home-cooked meals, and door-to-door service.”
I laugh despite myself. “Quite the bargain.”
“The best deal in town.” His arms slip around my waist from behind, and I lean back against him for just a moment, allowing myself this brief indulgence before the day pulls me away.
