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“James,” he said suddenly. “That kiss in my office, that wasn’t about Emily, either.”

I rolled on my side to face him, but I couldn’t make out his expression in the dark. “It wasn’t?”

“No. I kissed you because I was cold, and you are the fucking sun.”

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.

But I could stretch my hand to find his in the darkness between us. Twine my fingers with his.

So that’s what I did.

Chapter 17

Adam

I was right. An aching dick was much better than an aching back.

But god damn.

I woke up with James’s sweet body flush against my torso. Her face pressed against my chest and one of her legs was hitched over my hip like she was trying to climb me like a tree. My very hard, very achy dick was notched snuggly against her belly.

Morning wood with James was a very different thing than generic morning wood. This wood had purpose. Intent. And with the object of its desire plastered against me, I doubted it was going to dissipate on its own.

Still asleep, James made an adorable grumbly sound, like something annoyed her. She shifted slightly, and I realized the thing that had disturbed her slumber was probably my very hard dick poking her in the stomach. Before I could rectify the situation, her hand slipped between our bodies and grabbed my dick. Full on grabbed it.

The sane part of me knew she had only meant to push me away, that she wasn’t really going to jack me off in her sleep, but the desperate, achy part of me hoped for the best.

She squeezed, her dainty fingers flexing around me, the thin cotton of my boxers doing nothing to shield me from the warmth of her hand. My hips bucked involuntarily, and she came fully awake. Her eyes popped open.

I could feel every muscle in her entire body clench as she assessed the situation. She released my dick and gave it a friendly little pat, like it was a puppy she had accidentally stepped on. “Sorry about that. Sorry—oh, god.” She lurched away from me and buried her face in her hands.

I blinked, trying to make sense of what had happened. Come to terms with what definitely wasn’t going to happen. “Did you…did you just pat me?”

“Gahhh.” She rolled, taking the sheets with her until she was a burrito, and slid off the bed. “Don’t look at me.”

I propped myself on one elbow and peered over the side of the bed at the pathetic lump of sheet and woman on the floor. “James.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“You are. I can hear it in your voice.”

The lump moved as James inchwormed across the floor. I swallowed a chuckle. “I’m going to shower. When I come out, we are never to speak of this again.”

When the bathroom door closed behind her, I gave into it. I rolled onto my back and laughed. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. The floodgates opened. I laughed about her patting my dick and rolling to the floor. Somehow that segued into remembering our first meeting, when we fell into each other’s arms and mashed our mouths together. Holy shit, my dad was right. Fucking hilarious.

The bathroom door flung open, revealing James, clutching a towel to her presumably naked body. Her dark hair lifted and swirled around her shoulders at the breeze from the door. She stared at me with wide brown eyes, her pink mouth comically gaping open.

“I didn’t want to miss it,” she said.

“What?” I asked, seriously confused.

“You. Mr. Resting Grump Face. Laughing.” With a smirk, she closed the door. “It looks good on you!” she hollered. A second later, I heard the shower turn on.

Damn. My cock, which had gone to half-mast during the whole sheet-burrito situation, stood fully at attention. For a moment I let my imagination drift. If James weren’t only my employee. If she were my girl. We would have booked the single room on purpose and gone to bed naked. She wouldn’t have rolled away when she grabbed my dick. She would have kept going.

I touched myself, thinking about it. One stroke. Then another.

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