Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 153946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
“I didn’t want to talk about that right now. How is this bottle working?” Wade asked before taking the water out of my hand and setting it to the side as if it actually had magical powers. “Look, she showed me some pictures and it wasn’t the right fit. Simple as that. The search continues.”
I tried not to look too relieved or feel too skeptical. It wasn’t the right fit? Was Morgan slipping? “Is there anything else?”
Instead of answering, he picked me up, turned and set me onto the desk, knocking the water onto the floor with my hip.
“Is this your way of changing the subject?” I asked when he wrapped my legs around him and stepped all the way into my space. “Do you not remember that most of the people we know are here and aware that we’ve gone missing?”
“You already made the deal. The guys will be too busy celebrating to care.”
He was dreaming. They’d care. Though I had no doubt Chick and Bernie would cover for us.
“It was a shitty day and I need a few minutes with you,” he admitted quietly, focusing his gaze on the finger tracing the underside of my breast until I groaned. “Finding time alone is about to become a daily issue.”
“We’ll make the time. And you did ask me to work here and then let your sister hire me to work more, so if you want to start pointing fingers about scheduling problems…” I tapped mine into the solid wall of his chest.
“Don’t remind me.” He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, and the now-familiar desire gripped me tight enough to leave me gasping.
How did he do this? Pull at my heart strings with pictures in his wallet and then turn me mindless and sex starved with a single touch?
“We’ll make the time,” I repeated, tightening my legs around him and looking in his eyes.
“I have an idea on that score. I’m calling it the bed caveat.”
“Not you too.”
“Caveat. Caveat. I’ve said it three times so that makes it true.”
I laughed. “And what exactly does this idea entail, Wade?”
“You agree that I’m in your bed or you’re in mine every night.” His tone said he would accept no arguments. “It doesn’t matter if we’re too tired to do more than sleep, or we don’t see each other for the rest of the day. That’s the deal until we’re done. I live in the apartment, but I sleep beside you. I like falling asleep with you in my arms.”
Did swoons have a sound? Because I think I made one when he kissed me, his mouth ravaging mine while his hips pressed between my thighs. I wanted our clothes off. I wanted to be at home in bed with him right now instead of making out in an office, with only a thin door to shield us from the crowded bar.
I managed to turn my head and break our kiss. “Every night? That’s…” I panted when he thrust a little harder against me. “That’s big.”
“You keep saying that.” He had a wicked twinkle in his eye. “It’s good for my ego. Now say yes and I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I suppose we can give it a try—” His lips were on mine again, and I pulled him close, giving as good as I got.
I’d written an exhibitionism scene in my book, but I’d never tried it before in real life. If he didn’t stop what he was doing, I might have to take the plunge.
“Boss, Patty told me you were back—” Frank screeched to a halt in the doorway as we broke apart. “Shit, okay, I’m leaving. Didn’t see a thing. All good. Great.”
He was still muttering to himself as he closed the door behind him, but the spell had been broken.
When I shook with laughter, Wade frowned. “Why are you laughing? That kid is packed up in that kitchen like a veal every shift, but from what Phoebe says, he likes to talk to whoever will listen.”
I shrugged. “Let him. I’m not on the payroll. Bernie knows, which means Phoebe does. Chick knows. Morgan was really the only person I was trying to be circumspect around, and you told her, so...”
He was studying me closely. “You upset with me for letting it slip?”
“I don’t want to discuss it with her or anyone in detail, but it’s not like I’m worried about my reputation. Besides, slightly slutty beer-tender is a step up from slightly insane hermit who never wears a bra.”
His lips twitched at that. “Is that why you were laughing?”
“No. I was laughing because I was imagining you offering to give Frank one of those puppies to keep him quiet.”
“That’s not the worst idea.” He lowered me to my feet, his hands caressing my arms. “We have an agreement, then? I stay and we share a bed. Until and unless.”