Page 48 of Without Regret

“I don’t know,” I whispered, the vulnerability lacing my words despite my best efforts.

He took my hands and led me to my small couch where he pulled me down onto his lap. “Okay, let’s break it down. We’re having sex.”

My lips twitched at his approach. “Yes. We are.”

“Amazing sex.”

My laugh bubbled up. He made it easy to forget my worries. “It is that.”

“And we tend to get along. Even outside of the bedroom.”

“We do.”

“I wear a suit, which I realize isn’t your thing.”

“Indeed.” Although the way he wore one, it was quickly becoming my thing.

“But what’s underneath makes up for it.”

I bit my lip. “Very true.”

“We’re working together.”

I sighed. “Yes.”

“Which can complicate things somewhat, but I’d like to think that aside from random fingering in office elevators, we’re normally professional in the work setting. Agreed?”

“Yes.” Just thinking about him touching me in the lift was making me hot all over again.

“And neither of us is going to have sex with anyone else for the time being.”

And there it was. “What does the time being mean?”

“Ah. So that’s what’s bothering you? How about the time during which we both still enjoy one another in the bedroom?”

He made it sound so simple. And since I wasn’t ready to end whatever the hell this was, I had to trust we would figure it out as we went along.

“Deal?”

I laughed out loud at his outstretched hand and the idea we’d shake on it. “Deal.”

“Good, now follow me downstairs where you’ll straddle those delectable thighs of yours across my bike and grip me from the back while I take you for the second-best ride of the day.”

Yes. Please.

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