the bathroom and dealt with the condom. Returning a moment later, he was thrilled she was still laying as he left her—tousled hair spread over the pillow, kiss-swollen lips curved into a smile, languorous movements of her beautiful body as she lifted her arm to invite him close, and sparkling green eyes that roved over his body. He had no idea how she’d woven a web, capturing his attention as well as ensnaring his desire, but he didn’t want to escape.
Sex for the release was always one and done. Unless he was dating someone, he never brought them back to his house, and it had been a while since he had dated anyone seriously. But, staring down at Kimberly, he could easily see her in his bed at home. Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he climbed back into the bed and pulled the covers over their cooling bodies. Tucking her in tightly, he pressed his lips against her forehead.
After a moment, she leaned back and looked into his face. “I guess I should—”
“Uh-uh. I’ve got more condoms.”
Her body shook with mirth. “Does that mean we’re going to use them all?”
“Oh, hell yeah.” Rolling so that she was on top, he banded his arms about her, drinking her in.
As the moon crossed over the Hope City sky, he showed her just how creative he could be in using all his condoms. Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, he fell asleep with her in his arms. And for the first time in many nights, he really slept.
When he awoke, he was alone. Fuckin’ hell.
4
Kimberly reached inside her backpack purse, dropping her keys inside, pulling out her employee badge, and juggling her travel mug of coffee. The queue moved slowly today, and she was glad the temperatures were moderate. Too short to see over the line, she pulled out her phone and stifled a yawn as she began to read the e-book she’d planned on finishing last night before… yeah, before.
Hoping no one could discern her smile and blush, she kept her head down as she shuffled toward the door leading from the employee parking lot. The memory of Kyle rushed over her, jerking her awake even though she’d only had a couple of hours of sleep. If it hadn’t been for the need to pee, she might still be laying in his arms. But, having woken, she hated the idea of the awkward morning after. Quite frankly, it had been so long since she’d had a morning after, she wasn’t sure of the proper protocol.
What do you say? ‘Do you want to have breakfast? Wow, the sex was really life-changing? Would you like to go home with me and stay forever?’ Or, maybe, the only thing expected would be a ‘Thanks for the sex and hope to see you around sometime’.
It was the embarrassing unknown that had her slip back into the room, dress quietly, resist the urge to grab her phone and take his picture lying in all his tattooed, sexy-mess tangle in the sheets, and leave. She had considered scribbling her phone number on the hotel notepad but decided against it. That seemed like too much implied pressure for him to call. No, what I did was best… just leave it at a night well spent in unbridled passion, incredible sex, and more orgasms per hour than I’ve ever had in my life, and if we ever meet again—
“Excuse me, the line has moved.”
Jolting at the voice behind her, she looked ahead and realized that she had been standing in the same place, lost in her thoughts. Mumbling an apology, she scooted ahead, closing the distance to the next person in front of her. Several minutes later, she finally made it into the building and through security.
Kilton Pharmaceutical Company was a sprawling industrial campus. The modern brick and glass main building housed most of the administration offices, including HR, Finance, Marketing, and Sales. The company’s president, Robert Kilton, had an office on the top floor, along with most of the other vice presidents.
Other buildings held the many divisions for pharmaceutical research and development, operations, production, and warehousing. When she was first employed, she and the other new hires were given a guided tour, learning the basics of the industry. But, daily, she reported to the second floor of the administration building, making her way to the large open office space she called home for eight hours every day.
Rather boring with tile floors, windows along the back, and