right after she came—which she’d done a lot over the last few hours, I was happy to say.
“Oh shit. I forgot I was supposed to meet him for dinner tonight.”
My hand moved possessively over her ass. Going out to dinner meant we would have to leave this bed, and that was definitely not in my immediate plans. “Ignore it. It’s Saturday.”
“No rest for the wicked,” she quipped, sounding no happier about it than I was. “But this isn’t about work. He’s worried about me.”
She pulled her body fully onto mine, pausing to kiss the corners of my mouth before stretching for the phone. The move placed her tits right in line with my lips, an opportunity I simply couldn’t ignore. I ruthlessly nipped and sucked until she moved them out of reach by sitting up and straddling my stomach.
She laughed softly when I pouted.
“You’re insatiable.”
“Around you, yes,” I answered honestly.
At that point, I was quite certain I would never get enough of her.
~ * ~
Eva
Jace’s gaze dropped to my chest, his fine male lips pursing into a pout like a child who’d had his new toy taken away. Physically spent and pleasantly tingling from head to toe, I’d never felt so completely desired. The man was a skilled, generous lover, and had a particular fascination with my breasts. I’d always been self-conscious of my well-endowed chest, primarily because it drew unwanted attention, but I felt nothing of the sort with Jace. I took pleasure in the fact that he took so much pleasure in them. In fact, I could see number eight becoming a personal favorite of mine.
Even as I thought that, he took full advantage of our position and sat up, drawing one into his mouth again. The things that man could do with his tongue should be flagged as illegal—or possibly immoral. Maybe both.
At least they aren’t fattening, I thought with a secret smile.
I cursed softly when I read Ross’s most recent text and the several I’d missed before that. While Jace and I had been indulging in a mind-blowing, day-long sex marathon, Ross had been trying to contact me, with each subsequent, unanswered text exhibiting a rising level of concern.
Any hopes I had of getting out of meeting Ross for dinner were dashed when another text popped up on the screen, announcing that he was on his way and would be at my house in an hour.
He meant well, I knew. I was sure he believed me to be wallowing around in a haze of self-pity and depression, which, honestly, I probably would have been if it wasn’t for Jace and his highly effective version of “empty nest therapy,” as he had jokingly called it. I was pleased to say that it was one hundred percent effective in keeping me from lapsing into anything but decadent pleasure.
I couldn’t tell Ross that though. He’d go ballistic.
“I have to go.”
“Don’t go. Stay. Tell him you’re with me,” Jace suggested.
“Oh yeah, that’ll calm him right down,” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm from my tone. I thumbed a quick text to Ross, explaining that I had simply lost track of time and would meet him at the restaurant, then tossed the phone back on the night table. “I’m breaking just about every rule there is by sleeping with you, you know.”
He frowned, his beautiful golden-brown eyes darkening. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Is this going to be an issue?”
“No, because I don’t plan on advertising it. I’m not telling anyone about this, Jace, and you can’t either.”
A moment later, I was on my back. Jace had reversed our positions, and now, he was the one straddling me. Threading his fingers through mine, he lifted my arms above my head and pressed warm, moist kisses against the pulse points on my neck.
“Ashamed of me, Angel?” he challenged, nipping my skin with his teeth and then soothing over the sting with his tongue. When I didn’t answer right away, he pulled back enough to look into my face. “Are you?”
“Of course I’m not ashamed of you,” I snapped.
And I wasn’t. That didn’t mean I wanted to shout what we’d done from the rooftops even if part of me did want to do exactly that. And therein lay my biggest problem.
I pushed at his chest and rolled out from beneath him. This time, he didn’t try to stop me.
“But you think this was a mistake?” he pressed, his tone carefully measured.
Sleeping with clients was never a good idea, but in this business, it happened all the time—a