Page 104 of Nothing to Deny
Only for a few minutes, Baer was quickly back with her.
“What was that about?”
“Just getting her settled.”
She leaned against him to tease. “Are you going to come up to my apartment and get me settled?”
He checked his watch. “Technically I’m still on the clock for another ninety-eight minutes.” Hooked by his arm, he held her against his side. “But I’m willing to forget that if you are.”
Tempted though she was, it would be ridiculous of them to stick to the rules for two weeks straight only to break them in the last few minutes. If they were going to break them anyway, they might as well have done it two weeks ago.
“The boys will want to see you,” she said, stroking his torso. “Holly thinks she’ll miss living with Donoghue…” Which was nothing to how she’d miss him in the night. “My bed will be empty tonight.”
“Mine won’t.”
The abrupt answer startled her. “You have a client tonight?”
From her straight to someone else? God, she didn’t want to know that. Couldn’t he at least give her a little time to adjust to losing him?
“No,” he said, finger-combing her hair to raise her attention. “I’ll be in my bed. Come over for dinner. The boys will want to see you too.”
She didn’t want to make assumptions. “And…?”
“I’ll share my sheets with you.”
Her exuberance was ridiculous. She’d spent the night with men before, with this actual one, yet she was a schoolgirl being asked to prom by her high school crush. There was no better prize.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Why wouldn’t you?” Because, oh, so many reasons. “We’ve been sleeping together for two weeks. Telling me you’ve got a problem with it now?”
No way, no how, and there would be no payment exchanged that night. Their rules would apply.
So… “Do you have a client tomorrow?”
“I’m not an idiot.” Which meant what exactly? “No, no client. You think I wanted to deprive myself another damn day? You and your fucking rules, Little Skit, you drive me wild.”
Stooping over her, he joined their mouths, giving her a taste of what would come. What they’d missed. What she needed. Giving in was overdue. He was right, they had deprived themselves for too long.
And if he didn’t have a client tomorrow, maybe they could spend the whole day together. Easy for her to say when her responsibilities would wait. Plenty of people steered her ships, she never had to do anything that she didn’t want to do. There was always someone she could call to take care of things.
Just because they couldn’t spend the day in bed didn’t mean they couldn’t spend it together at all. They could do something with the boys. Even if Baer had duties in the building, maybe she could teach the twins something in the kitchen.
It didn’t feel right that they planned to part, even for a few short hours. She didn’t want to lose his kiss, his wandering hands, the delight of his fingertips trailing up her thigh. Stuff. They could do stuff… more stuff. God, stuff tormented her.
The rules were good. Roxie had been right… Oh, screw Roxie.
Climbing onto him, she pressed her body to his, writhing, desperate to hold him as long as she could. Only his grip on her ass, pinning her against his erection, prevented her handsgetting to him. He kept them too close, locked together, he wouldn’t let her—
“Easy, baby,” he murmured, gathering her hair to pull just a little and put space between their lips.
“But I want to—”
“I do too.”
Except the side door was open… to the street. Okay, so that was embarrassing. Please say Narmer and the driver, who’d opened the door, hadn’t seen her wanton act. No act, it was the God’s honest, raw, undeniable truth. This man intoxicated her, she was addicted.
Their eyes met. “I don’t know if I can go.”
