Page 53 of Foreplay with the Boss

Kat slid back into the covers and snuggled next to me and I held her close, memorizing what it felt like to hold her as I drifted off to sleep.

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I WALKED into the kitchen to see Kat stretched onto her tiptoes, my oversized T-shirt lifting enough to see the bottom of her ass.

Clearly she was struggling to get the coffee, and I’d help her, I would, but after I enjoyed the view for a few more seconds.

“Got—ah!” She threw her hands over her head as the coffee can fell. The lid popped off when it hit the counter and grounds flew everywhere, a puff of brown clouding the air. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Having some trouble?”

She did a one-eighty, her hand over her heart. Then she gave me a sheepish smile. “Shit. I was trying to brew coffee because I have a wee bit of a caffeine addiction, but for some reason you keep it on the top shelf, and well, obviously you saw the result.”

I moved over to help her scoop up the grounds. She gathered the ones we’d been able to salvage and started the coffee maker.

She wound her arms around my shirtless torso and dragged her nose across my neck before placing a kiss there. “Morning.”

I cupped her chin, tipping her face up as I lowered my lips to hers. “Morning.”

She was quite the sight, mussed hair showing signs of what we’d done last night and making me want to do it all over again. Eventually. Right now, I was enjoying holding her and the small hum of pleasure she made as she snuggled in closer.

Once the coffee was done, she poured two mugs—apparently the idea of getting me coffee in my own home wasn’t as revolting as the idea of getting me a cup at work.

I toasted two bagels, and then we sat at the table I rarely used. As we ate, she tucked her knee up to her, the other leg extended to rest her foot on my lap. Was this what it was like waking up with someone? Sharing your morning? Usually the thought made me want to break out in hives, but this? I could get used to this.

“So, what’s the plan for the day?” Kat asked, then her eyes widened. “I mean for you, like any fun plans? I’m not saying that I’m planning on overstaying my welcome.” Her chest lifted and fell as her breath increased in speed. “And I’m not saying you have to tell me what you’re doing, either. I was just trying to make small talk and…I’m going to stop now.” She shoved an extra big bite of her bagel in her mouth, like that could stop her from rambling.

I wrapped my hand around her petite foot, her red toenails hinting at her vixen side. “Well, that’s too bad, because my plans for the day revolve around you.”

“Really?” she asked, one of her cheeks popping out from the bagel.

I trailed my finger up her shin. “Really. I have dinner with my mom tonight, and I’ll have to send a few emails, but other than that, I was thinking an easy, lazy Sunday with an easy, not so-lazy girl.”

She made an offended sounding noise. “Easy? You’re calling me easy?”

I skimmed my hand up the inside of her thigh, and her muscles turned pliant under my touch as her head rolled back.

“Fine,” she said. “When it comes to you, I’m easy.”

It was supposed to be more of a teasing demonstration, but my pulse rushed through my head, getting that much louder as I thought of all the fun we could have if she stayed for the day. We’d rile each other up until we couldn’t stand it, slake our lust, then watch TV or something until we were ready to do it all again. “Just how I like you.”

I removed my hand from her leg as I sat back in my chair, and she looked at me like I’d taken away her favorite toy. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ll finish what I started, but you’ll have to be patient.”

She stuck out her lips in a sexy pout. “Why?”

“Because I said so.” I picked up my phone and tried to concentrate on the emails I needed to address. But Kat stood and stretched, the glowing light of the window behind her making the outline of her body stand out.

She looked at me, purposely dropped the spoon she’d used to stir her coffee on the floor, and then bent over to grab it, giving me quite a show.

The sides of my phone dug into my palm, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I heard the glass crack from me holding it so tight.

How could I still feel like this every single time? I wanted more even before we were finished, it was that fucking good. I was addicted to her, and I didn’t know how I’d get my fix when she left Boston. Surely it’d fade over time…

Since thinking about her leaving only made me aware of our limited time, I decided being patient was overrated. The sooner we started round one—or would it be round two, because of last night?—the sooner we could get to the next round, whatever it would be.

Kat shot me a sultry glance over her shoulder as she straightened, then she walked over to the sink and set her mug and spoon inside.

I circled the island, and when her eyes widened, it only encouraged me to pounce. I gripped her upper arm and yanked her to me.

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