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Authors: Nikki Duncan
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bouncing through the room she pulsed and quaked around his tongue and spilled her creamy essence into his mouth.
Neither of them would ever again equate the sex they’d had here with her past.
Before she’d fully recovered, Lori edged off the sofa and pushed him to his back on the floor. “Now it’s my turn to please you.”
“So you’re going to marry me?” It wasn’t what she’d meant, but he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to ask.
She trailed kisses over his chest and smiled up at him. “No, but I won’t deny us this.”
“I’ll take what I can get.” For now.
Chapter Seven
The night on Trevor’s couch, then floor, then bed had been six days ago. Six days of seeing him coming from or going to a meeting, heading out at night with Breck and the guys on his FBI team, or sitting across from his desk while they discussed budget revisions and projections. Six days of casual or business contact and not a single mention of wedding plans or the night they’d spent together. Six days without a note ending in “ Yours” .
Neither had he made another move to renew the relationship he’d said he wanted. Brush offs and rejections were easier head-on, but when he didn’t raise the subject… Lori was getting itchy.
“It makes no sense,” she muttered to herself.
“What?” Misty asked from the doorway.
Lori waved her off and returned to her sketches.
“You’re thinking a man should make sense.” Ignoring Lori’s brush off, Misty moved in and plopped her silk-clad butt into a nearby chair.
“That would be a crazy expectation.” But a nice reality if it could happen.
“Then where is sense lacking?”
Resting her pencil on the desk, Lori looked at Misty patiently. This conversation could too quickly head down dark lanes best bypassed. “Don’t you have a job to do?”
“Don’t you have a man to do?”
“No!” Though she’d thought for one night it would be a regular occurrence.
“Ahh.” Misty studied her hot pink, open-toed stilettos and rocked the chair from side to side. “You want one. More specifically you want Trevor Masters.”
“I don’t have time for a relationship.”
“Everyone has time for the right relationship.”
“There’s no right relationship for me.” Not anymore. Trevor’s shift back to business partner had proven that.
“Oh come on. I saw your face when you got that ridiculous rat.” Misty pointed at the rat in the corner.
The balloons had died but the smiling rat stuck around to offer its maniacal smile when she needed a pick up. “Trevor’s happy there.” Yeah, she’s named him in a moment of perversity.
“You’ve named him and kept him there to remind you of the man you can’t let go. Just like you limit yourself to one candy bar from your basket a day.”
“It’s an apt name as Trevor is a rat. The candy bars…” She shrugged. “That’s simply weight management.”
“Says the short bean pole with an adolescent runner’s metabolism.” Misty plucked a candy bar from the basket, ripped it open and took a big bite. “I have to work out an hour a day to afford one of these a week and you sit here with twenty or so on your desk.”
“I didn’t buy them for myself.”
“No.” Misty drew the word out drastically. “The man of your dreams lured you to his bed with them.”
“Oh please,” Lori admonished. “He isn’t the man of my dreams. I wasn’t lured with chocolate.” Pity she didn’t convince herself with the evasion. It had been his help in the warehouse that had nudged her over the line of resistance.
“Don’t act coy with me. I’ve known you since preschool. I know when you’re lying and I know when you’ve been with a man.”
“Your radar must be broken.”
“No. If it wasn’t chocolate it was his inventory skills and pizza. It’s been six days since you walked in here with a distracted smile on your face, and even though you’ve learned the truth about Trevor’s engagement and his wedding
Neither of them would ever again equate the sex they’d had here with her past.
Before she’d fully recovered, Lori edged off the sofa and pushed him to his back on the floor. “Now it’s my turn to please you.”
“So you’re going to marry me?” It wasn’t what she’d meant, but he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to ask.
She trailed kisses over his chest and smiled up at him. “No, but I won’t deny us this.”
“I’ll take what I can get.” For now.
Chapter Seven
The night on Trevor’s couch, then floor, then bed had been six days ago. Six days of seeing him coming from or going to a meeting, heading out at night with Breck and the guys on his FBI team, or sitting across from his desk while they discussed budget revisions and projections. Six days of casual or business contact and not a single mention of wedding plans or the night they’d spent together. Six days without a note ending in “ Yours” .
Neither had he made another move to renew the relationship he’d said he wanted. Brush offs and rejections were easier head-on, but when he didn’t raise the subject… Lori was getting itchy.
“It makes no sense,” she muttered to herself.
“What?” Misty asked from the doorway.
Lori waved her off and returned to her sketches.
“You’re thinking a man should make sense.” Ignoring Lori’s brush off, Misty moved in and plopped her silk-clad butt into a nearby chair.
“That would be a crazy expectation.” But a nice reality if it could happen.
“Then where is sense lacking?”
Resting her pencil on the desk, Lori looked at Misty patiently. This conversation could too quickly head down dark lanes best bypassed. “Don’t you have a job to do?”
“Don’t you have a man to do?”
“No!” Though she’d thought for one night it would be a regular occurrence.
“Ahh.” Misty studied her hot pink, open-toed stilettos and rocked the chair from side to side. “You want one. More specifically you want Trevor Masters.”
“I don’t have time for a relationship.”
“Everyone has time for the right relationship.”
“There’s no right relationship for me.” Not anymore. Trevor’s shift back to business partner had proven that.
“Oh come on. I saw your face when you got that ridiculous rat.” Misty pointed at the rat in the corner.
The balloons had died but the smiling rat stuck around to offer its maniacal smile when she needed a pick up. “Trevor’s happy there.” Yeah, she’s named him in a moment of perversity.
“You’ve named him and kept him there to remind you of the man you can’t let go. Just like you limit yourself to one candy bar from your basket a day.”
“It’s an apt name as Trevor is a rat. The candy bars…” She shrugged. “That’s simply weight management.”
“Says the short bean pole with an adolescent runner’s metabolism.” Misty plucked a candy bar from the basket, ripped it open and took a big bite. “I have to work out an hour a day to afford one of these a week and you sit here with twenty or so on your desk.”
“I didn’t buy them for myself.”
“No.” Misty drew the word out drastically. “The man of your dreams lured you to his bed with them.”
“Oh please,” Lori admonished. “He isn’t the man of my dreams. I wasn’t lured with chocolate.” Pity she didn’t convince herself with the evasion. It had been his help in the warehouse that had nudged her over the line of resistance.
“Don’t act coy with me. I’ve known you since preschool. I know when you’re lying and I know when you’ve been with a man.”
“Your radar must be broken.”
“No. If it wasn’t chocolate it was his inventory skills and pizza. It’s been six days since you walked in here with a distracted smile on your face, and even though you’ve learned the truth about Trevor’s engagement and his wedding
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