Page 63 of Strictly the Worst

“Did I?” he says. “Must have been mixing you up with somebody else.”

“Shut up.” I curl my hand into a fist and softly punch his chest.

“There’s this hot chick at work I keep fantasizing about,” he tells me. “I was kind of imagining you were her.”

“You’re such an idiot.” I smile against his skin. God, it’s so comfy here.

“All staff meetings are never going to be the same again now that I know what it’s like to be inside you.” He strokes my hair. “I’m going to be presenting with a hard on.”

“You’d better not. The entire female population of Hampshire PR will faint.”

He chuckles, his chest lifting and falling. “Yeah, but only you will know what I’m thinking about.”

I let out a long breath. I don’t want to think about being back at work right now. The only thing I’m looking forward to is seeing Zoe. There’s a little hole in my heart that only gets filled when I see her.

But apart from that, I could seriously live in this little bungalow on this beautiful island forever.

It’s hard to believe it’s only been a few days since I stepped on that airplane with Linc. It feels like a lifetime.

His lips brush mine. “You have that little frown again,” he murmurs. “The one you get when you’re overthinking.”

My brows dip. “I don’t frown,” I tell him.

“Sure you don’t, grumpy.” There’s a smile on his face as big as an ocean as he reaches up to smooth the lines. “I want to see these in our next meeting,” he tells me. “So I know you’re thinking of my monster cock.”

I start to laugh and he kisses me again, then he gets up to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. I hear the running of water and the flush of the toilet, before he walks back in looking like a God in a tiny towel.

When he climbs back into bed he pulls me into his arms, so my head is resting on his chest.

And I’m worried, because I could so easily get used to being taken care of like this.

“You’re still frowning,” he tells me.

“Shut up.”

He laughs softly. “Go to sleep,” he tells me. “We have to get up early in the morning.”

“You’re the one talking,” I murmur, loving the feeling of his skin against my cheek.

He chuckles and it makes his chest rumble against me.

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

TESSA

“Carmichael?”

A warm hand touches my cheek. I push my face against it, liking the way my jaw fits into his palm.

“Wake up,” Linc says. I open my eyes right away. He’s kneeling on the bed, his face inches from mine.

And he’s fully dressed. Wearing a white shirt and a gray and navy striped tie. It’s perfectly knotted. I can smell the aroma of his shower gel. I know it well because I might have used it on myself.

“What time is it?” I ask, my voice groggy. There’s the palest of sunlight creeping through the gaps in the curtains. Did he close them? I’m sure they were open last night because the moon was shining in.

“It’s six,” he says. His voice is low and even.

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