Page 170 of Crazy for this Girl

“Didn’t I stroke your ego enough?” I shake my head, greedily pressing my mouth against hers again. “You’re still impossible.”

“Impossibly sated by you, Laynee Peabody—” Her little fist gently punches me in the side, warning me to shut up. “Too soon?”

“I’m officially going to change it. I can’t have you hanging that over my head for the rest of my life. You’ll never drop it.”

I chuckle, nestling my face into the crook of her neck and inhaling the sweat off her skin. “Hold off on that for a little bit.”

Because you’re going to be changing more than just your middle name.

Her hand laces through my hair, laxing my body against hers when she startles it with, “We still have to talk.”

And there she is.

Evidently, I didn’t make her come hard enough. Because if I had, I’d still have at least another few minutes because she yanked reality back into our conversation.

Not going to lie, it pricks my pride a little.

I move my head, giving her a curt nod because fighting her isn’t going to end up in my winning this round. “We will. Go to dinner and come back here afterward.”

“You’re not coming?” Her brows collide together in confusion, and I love that she actually doesn’t mind me there—maybe the orgasm worked a little—but I’ve already overstepped my bounds. I showed up here without telling her, shoved myself into her family time and I’m not trying to fuck anymore of this up.

“I already did.”

She slaps at my shoulder with a sexy lift of her lips. “Cal. Come to dinner.”

I hurl myself from the comfortable and tempting spot of her body before I have Jonah over here looking for us. “I already ruined lunch. And I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off of you the whole time, so bring me something back. I do have a lot of shit to do.”

She looks disappointed, but nods. “Alright. But no more of this.”

“This?”

“What we just did.” I give her a I don’t fucking think so look. “Promise?”

“Hell. Fucking. No.”

“Cal…” she drones warningly, and she can do it as many times as she thinks she needs to for me to listen, but no.

“Yes, Laynee?”

“You’re my boss.” I roll my eyes because this again. “And I don’t want things to get weird.”

I release a heavy exhale through her constant worrying bullshit. I love this woman, but fuck me, she’s gonna give herself gray hairs. “Well, you’re already weird so you broke that shit years ago. I just happen to be attracted to your kind.”

“We can’t be unprofessional.” I slit my eyes with a hurled brow. “No fucking in the office.”

“Isn’t that the perk of a CEO?” She glares at me and my honesty, but I’m not going to lie about it. I told her I was in this for the long haul. I just need to make her see and feel it. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while, Laynee. I already told you twice I’m not leaving.”

“I heard you.”

“Then believe me.”

“You’re being impatient, Cal. There are still a lot of thing—”

“I know.” I kiss her one more time, ignoring the inevitable then slide down the chaise. “C’mon, Jonah will be here looking for us—you.” I help her off, then wrap my arms around her waist. “I’m in my thirties without a father that can force me into anything. Watch me show you how I’m not going to blow this second chance.”

“I know that you don’t want to, but—”

“Stop with the buts, Laynee. I know you still love me.”

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