She leaned up, kissed his scruffy jawline. “We’re going to, aren’t we?”
Her breathing had changed, her chest rising and falling faster. She was working her lower lip pretty good, and the grit in her voice had turned him hard.
“Yes,” he replied, his raspy voice rumbling through his chest. “We are.”
They came together in a whoosh of explosive energy. His arms anchored her close and she clung to him like a lifeline in a raging sea. They were close, but not close enough.
“For the first time in my life, I hate clothing,” he said.
She laughed, the joy in her eyes touching his broken, broken soul. Her mouth found his, her full lips sending him soaring,while the desire to root inside her took hold. She wrapped one leg around his, and he smiled.
She broke the kiss. “What?”
“You’re a flamingo,” he murmured.
“I’m poison ivy,” she retorted.
“Even better.” He clasped her hand, led her toward the foyer.
“I’ve never been naughty with a coworker.”
“Same,” he said as they began the long climb to the second floor.
“We’re bad,” she said as she quickened her pace.
“Very bad.”
At the top of the stairs, he turned toward her. “Which room was yours?”
She pointed down the left hall. “Are these empty?”
“All but mine.”
She tugged him on. “I’ve never had sex here.”
“Didn’t Colton host kink parties?”
“He liked to watch. That’s what turned me into a voyeur. His live sex shows opened my eyes to a world of kink. He called them Fornication Nation.”
Luciano laughed.
She pulled to a stop in front of a closed bedroom door. “Tuck me in. All this talking has tired me out. I need a nap.”
“As you wish.” He opened the bedroom door.
She grabbed him by the neck of his sweater and pulled him in. He shut and locked the door behind them.
“Why are you locking it?”
“My chef Louis and his wife live in the lower level.”
Another mellifluous laugh floated from her. “They live in Fornication Nation.”
He chuckled. “I’m not sure they’d want to know that.”
She pushed onto her toes, stared into his eyes. “No regrets about this, and we work the case like the bosses we are.”
“One-hundred percent.”
