his semihard cock nestled into her bottom. She snuggled into him and surreptitiously set the alarm on her fitness watch for two hours later. She had no intention of waking him up in a mere hour, even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep herself.
He nuzzled a kiss into her hair. “Sweet dreams, my favorite tyrant.”
It took only a couple of minutes before his arm went slack over her waist and his breath slowed into the rhythm of sleep. She lay reveling in the heat and solidity of him against her back, wanting to imprint this on her memory in case it never happened again.
An hour later, she started awake as an unfamiliar alarm chimed from the bedside table. Leland stirred, and she realized he must have set it on his phone. She stretched to scoop up the phone and dismissed the alarm. “Go back to sleep,” she murmured, dropping the phone on the mattress.
His grip on her tightened. “Want you,” he muttered in a groggy voice.
“Later,” she said. “You need to rest first.”
He said something that sounded like “mmmpf” and subsided.
A strangely tender feeling flowed through her. For all his power and wealth, he still needed someone to care about his well-being. For another hour that someone would be her.
Leland crawled out of a deep sleep as someone shook his arm, a relentless yet soft female voice telling him it was time to wake up. As his senses began to register, he realized a warm female body was snuggled against him and his cock was already interested.
His mind snapped to attention as he remembered that he was in Dawn’s bed with an almost naked Dawn in his arms. “Life is good.”
“You might not think that when I tell you that it’s after eight o’clock,” she said over her shoulder.
“But I set an alarm.”
“You barely moved when it went off. I killed it and you happily went back to sleep.”
He groaned. Not only had he not gotten enough work done, he hadn’t even had the pleasure of sex with the delectable woman in his arms. “I thought we had a deal.”
She turned within his embrace so she faced him on the pillow, her dark eyes liquid with concern. “I’m not going to be the cause of you collapsing from sleep deprivation. Furthermore, we both need to be sharp tonight.”
He hated to admit it but the sleep had helped. He felt far more clearheaded than he had when he arrived. Now a new worry jabbed at him. “You let me in the office and you leave. That’s nonnegotiable.”
“I came up with a good cover story. You think you left your phone at the gym. You came back to look for it as soon as you could. We’re checking to see if it’s in the office for safekeeping.”
“Will we need a cover story? I thought Vicky and Ramón would be gone.” Now he regretted allowing her to be involved.
She shrugged her slender, bare shoulder. He wanted to kiss it. “I think there might be a security camera in the hallway outside their office. I meant to look earlier but you, um, distracted me.”
“I would label it mutual distraction.” He gave in to his impulse and pushed up onto his elbow so he could taste the silky skin on her shoulder.
“Mmm,” she purred before she braced one hand against his chest and pushed. “We don’t have time for that now.”
“We got it done in under five minutes the last time.” He kept his arm banded around her waist so the lower halves of their bodies were locked together.
Her gaze went hot and soft at the same time. “We have all night after we do our job,” she pointed out.
He couldn’t believe that Dawn was more focused on getting to the router than he was. He felt like he’d become a sex addict, his brain addled by lust.
Still, the only reason he eased his grip on her was the thought of taking his time with her when they got back to her apartment.
Dawn walked into the gym while Leland waited around the corner. Strolling up to the front desk, she said, “Hey, Tiffany, I’ve got a member coming in who thinks he left his phone here. Do you have anything in the lost and found?”
Tiffany pulled open the drawer where small unclaimed items were stowed. “Nope, just some keys and earrings. Give me the name and number . . . oh, I guess that won’t help.” She giggled. “Maybe the email address?”
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