“Trevor?”
“Yeah?”
“What if it was a mistake?”
He sat up and stared at her. She looked serious. “You’re really glad it happened but you think it’s a mistake?” That made a lot of sense. Not.
“I didn’t say it was a mistake. Iaskedwhat if it was.”
“No.” He cupped her cheek, rubbed his thumb over her lips. Lips that were plump from his kisses. He kissed her again, dipping his tongue into her mouth, inviting her to play. She moaned, put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. “Hell, no,” he said against her mouth.
But she wasn’t done talking. She drew back and said, “I work for you. Us getting together could ruin our working relationship.”
“Sure it could. But it doesn’t have to. We’re grown people. We should be able to work and still be…” He hesitated, not sure what to call this new relationship.
“Lovers?”
That worked. “Yes.” Making sure she understood him he added, “Jedidiah, once was nowhere near enough for me.”
She looked at him solemnly, then smiled. It was like the sun coming out, blinding him with light. “Not for me either.”
After that what could he do but make love to her again? This time with her on top, riding him like some pagan goddess. Her hair streaming down her back, over her chest until he wrapped his fist in it as he’d wanted to do for weeks. Kissed her, almost savagely. And she gave back every bit as intensely. Then she took him inside her and rode them both into sexy, sinful oblivion.
Eventually, Jedidiah said, “I’m starving. Do you have anything to eat?”
“Not much. I haven’t been to the store and I couldn’t convince my assistant to go for me.”
“Your assistant’s job is not to buy food for a man who’s perfectly capable of doing it himself.”
“Well when you put it that way… But you did say that was something to ask your wife or girlfriend.”
“Am I your girlfriend?”
“Works for me.”
She laughed and kissed him. “Me too. But I’m still not buying your groceries.”
“I guess I can live with that.”
“Speaking of work, what are we going to do about it?” she asked, propping herself up on one arm and facing him.
“I don’t understand. Do about it?”
“You don’t think working together might be…difficult now?”
“No. Why should it be? Besides, I thought we settled this before we made love.”
“Have you worked with someone you were involved with before?”
“No. Have you?”
“Yes. My fiancé.”
Her late fiancé. “Damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”
“No reason you would. I didn’t say anything about working with him.”
“Still, I don’t like to talk about anything that makes you sad.”
