“What?” he asked grumpily, dropping down onto one of the chairs in front of mydesk.
“I thought about what you said, and I’ve decided to go the easy route.”
His dark eyes lit up and his lips curved up in a pleased grin. “You’re going to move in withme?”
“Yes,” I sighed, holding up a hand when he went to stand up. “But we need to lay down some ground rules. The first one being no more sex at work. You’re the one who suggested me moving in as a way for you to be able to treat me platonically at the office, and I expect you to put some damn effort into it to make sure you hold up your end of thedeal.”
“Oh, I’ll always hold up my end of the deal, baby,” he replied in a raspy voice. And then he winked atme!
“Xander,” I growled. “Being all sexy and flirty is the opposite of platonic. It’s shit like that I’m hoping to avoid while we’re atwork.”
He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Sorry! I can’t help it. You’re so damn hot that all the blood rushes out of my brain and into my cock whenever I’m aroundyou.”
“Which brings me to rule number two—if I’m going to live in your house, you’re going to keep it well stocked with condoms, assuming I’m not already pregnant.”
His expression fell in disappointment.
“I’m not saying you’ll have to use them forever.”
“Fine,” he grunted, eyeing my belly. “But I get to be there when you take the test. You move in tonight, you sleep in my bed every night, and I reserve the right to convince you to go bare while we wait to find out that my swimmers did their job already.”
“You can try all you want, but it’s not going towork.”
“I’m going to enjoy showing you just how wrong youare.”
He got everything he wanted. He had me moved out of my hotel and into his house that night. Plus, he arranged for the moving truck with all my stuff to deliver everything there the following weekend. And, it turned out the motherfucker was right. I spent each night in his bed… after he’d wrung as many orgasms out of me as it took to get me to say he could take mebare.