“Charity…” He closed his eyes as if in agony.
“Are you retracting your offer, counselor?”
His gaze pierced mine. “Name it and it’s yours,” he finally said.
I throw the comforter back. “Sleep with me.”
He groaned. “We already did that.” Even as he said the words, his dick twitched.
“I’m not talking about sex and you know it.”
“You’re not playing fair, Charity.” The bed dipped as he got under the blanket. Our naked bodies fit together as if we’d shared a bed for ages and for the first time in years, I wasn’t lonely. Everything we wanted was here, and all we had to do was figure out how to keep it. How to not burn our relationships to the ground as we did so.
I tucked my head under his chin, leaning into his warmth. “I want you,” I said. “You’ve always been the one I desired.” I circled his waist with my arm and he kissed the top of my damp hair.
“I’m leaving the day after tomorrow to oversee a deal for a client. When I return, we’re going to figure this shit out.”
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Excerpt from The Christmas Gift
Chapter One
September
Wheelcaster Waterfront
Ivy
The most swoonyman Ivy Collymore had ever met, dropped himself into the brown leather seat on the opposite side of the booth. She’d already ticked and double-checked her list for the perfect casual set-up, and this man wasn’t the person she’d planned to meet.
From under her lashes, she took in his sleek man-bun and the open collar of his shirt, then bit the inside of her cheek when he caught her staring. He was even brazen enough to smile knowingly.
“Mind if I sit here?”
Before she answered, he picked up the menu. Her gaze followed his smooth movements as he got more comfortable, loosening the button to his suit jacket.
Drat!At the purr of his Southern drawl, her legs clenched to stop the unexpected pulsing between her thighs, but her body had other ideas as it continued humming. She shouldn’t have looked at him twice. His type—with his playboy carefree vibes—wasn’t on her carefully constructed agenda for the evening. She needed a one-night stand she could have fun with and walk away from, not to be another name on a scorecard of some overly cocky guy.
He arched a brow when she didn’t answer.
She did mind.He could have chosen any one of the three lounges in the hotel. With his sexy-as-hell close-shaven jaw and raven-black hair, he was going to intimidate the hell out of her date when he showed up.
