"I will when you stop looking so hot taking my cock."
His face reddens further. "Court. We're at work."
"Technically, only I'm working. You're my unofficial arm candy."
He lifts his chin and grins. "Is that all I am to you? A fireman porno come to life."
I snake my hands around his waist and press a light kiss to his lips. "You took the words right out of my mouth."
"Idiot," he murmurs, brushing a soft kiss against my cheek.
This is another recent development, low-key flirting that turns into kissing, or hand-holding, or general husband-esque behavior. Our physical intimacy isn't confined to the bedroom anymore and has started spilling into our day-to-day lives.
I'm not mad about itat all, but it's another thing I need to sort out in my head before telling Buzz how I feel.
"Would you be open to the idea of giving Zane a job? Summer is coming, and that's peak tourist season. And if you're already running low on staff…"
I blow out a breath but keep my hands on Buzz's waist. He could ask me to walk barefoot over burning coals and I'd do it, so yeah, of course, if this is something he wants, I'll make it happen.
But I can't have him thinking I'm a total pushover. So I put on my best, most serious thinking face.
"I can't make that decision alone. Manuel needs to be involved otherwise he'll have a full-on reality TV meltdown."
Buzz chuckles, low and deep. "Complete with hair pulling and wine throwing?"
"Oh, for sure. Name calling and lots of swearing, too." He chuckles again, and it makes my balls tingle. "But I'll work onhim. Does Zane have any work experience in anything other than fake mourning?"
"I don't know, but he's willing to do anything. And he's a quick learner."
"You're basing that on?"
"He learned to make chocolate pretty quickly at our chocolate-making class."
"A glowing recommendation if I ever heard one." I let go of Buzz and grab a newspaper from the end of the counter.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
I flick it open to the obits section then turn it around to show him. "Just checking if Zane would be free to come in for an interview tomorrow," I say with a wink.
52
Buzz
"We need to talk about the elephant in the room," I say when the movie finishes.
Court grabs the flicker and turns the TV off. "That's a bit rude, isn't it?"
I peel myself off his lap, which I've been using as a pillow ever since Renée Zellweger declaredYou had me at hello. "Huh?"
"The elephant is right here," Court says, gesturing toward his groin.
I roll my eyes. "Stop making everything about sex."
"Didn't hear you complaining this morning."
"That's because you were aggressively throat fucking me."
He clasps his hands behind his head, looking all smug and sexy. "Yeah, I was."
