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thoughts. The meds were finally giving me some relief without making me feel like I was drugged. A pretty angel in white fluttered across my thoughts relaxing me further …
    A clacking noise woke me. I craned my neck and looked over toward the sound realizing I must have drifted off. Aspen sat in the chair next to my bed, blazer removed, eyes glued to her laptop. Her blond hair was piled on top of her head in a bun-like contraption resembling a donut. She had thin black reading glasses perched on her small nose. Her legs were crossed; her skirt had ridden high on her thigh, giving me a healthy view of her long legs encased in sheer black stalking’s. My angel looked like a sexy secretary.
    Every so often she nibbled on a sandwich. Watching her work and eat, her mind laser-focused on the task in front of her, was a lovely site. Everything about her pulled at my being, from the wisps of hair falling along her exposed neck to the ticking of her heel as she typed.
    Made me wish my shoulder wasn’t in such a state, or I’d have already claimed that woman physically, and hopefully emotionally. I didn’t want her the way I’d used my recent flings. She wasn’t the type of woman I could just use to get off. I wanted to know things about her, connect with her on a different plane. See where it led.
    “You know what they say about all work and no play, right, Darlin’?”
    She grinned, but finished typing whatever she was working on. “I didn’t hear you complaining about my playtime this morning.”
    The morning’s activities flooded my mind. She continued to pound at the keyboard, and bit her lip. I waited until she clicked a few more buttons and closed the screen. Her almond shaped eyes met mine, glasses still in place.
    “Darlin’, you could bring a man to his knees wearing those things.” I gestured to her specs.
    She smiled and crossed her legs, reclining in the chair. She made no move to approach me. “How was your day, Stud?”
    Stud? Hmm. I liked her pet name. Hadn’t had a woman give me one in a while. It felt good. Hell, it felt great.
    “Can’t complain. You?”
    She blew a breath over her forehead. “It was fine.” Her lips thinned as if she were making a decision. Then her expression changed, softened. “Not as good as my morning though,” she added with a saucy little pout.
    “Yeah well, anytime you want a repeat, Angel, I’m all yours.” My eyebrow cocked and she answered with her own pointed brow.
    “How’s the shoulder?”
    “On the mend. How were the suits regarding the build?”
    “I handled it. They’re back to believing everything is right on point. So when you check in with your foreman, let him know I plan to pay a visit to the crew, express our gratitude over their willingness to continue the project to completion and on deadline.”
    “Good plan. Now, are we done talking about work?”
    She smiled. “Yes. We should talk about the plans for your release tomorrow.”
    I shook my head. “Come here.”
    “Hank,” she said in warning.
    My finger pointed at her then down to the space on the bed next to me. “Come. Here. Now.” Her eyebrows rose but I held firm.
    She stood and I reached for her hand. Gripping her wrist I pulled her close enough that I could grab the back of her nape and crush her lips to mine. She moaned and I ate up every sound. Our tongues mingled slow and unhurried. Kissing her was like coming home. The feelings were hard to explain.
    Being with her was comfortable, safe, the only place you ever wanted to be, with the added benefit of all encompassing lust and need. I didn’t want to think about how it could be like this. So easy, so fast. It just felt right.
    After minutes of kissing her into oblivion, her body slack against mine, I leaned my forehead against hers and tried to catch my breath. She was just as winded.
    “Now Angel, how was your day? Really? I think you skipped over some parts earlier.”
    She groaned. “Awful. It took hours to convince the