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CHAPTER 18

Evan

“You know what I think?”

My stare darts briefly in Wren’s direction as I accelerate through the intersection. “Are we about to discuss business or pleasure?”

Her mouth twists into that smirk she uses when she’s feeling exceptionally playful. “Both. But you’re going to like what I have to say.”

“All right,” I say, turning as Alfred leads me into a residential neighborhood. “What is it?”

“I think we need to incorporate Naked Sundays.”

I almost run off the road. “Excuse me?”

Her hand slips onto my lap. “You work too hard. Starting tomorrow we’re starting Naked Sundays and implementing every rule implied therein. Everything you do, you have to be naked—unless you’re frying food. Then I’ll allow an apron.” She dances her eyebrows. “Wouldn’t want to burn your important bits, would you? Unless you want me to kiss them and make them feel better.”

I make a hard U-turn. “Evan, what are you doing?”

“I think you’re right. I work too hard. We should extend Naked Sundays to include Saturdays, starting today.”

She tugs on my arm, laughing. “Later, I promise. But let’s go to the party first. Come on, you promised,” she says when I continue ahead.

“Fine,” I say. “Alfred, resume navigation.”

“Resuming navigation,” he calls.

I turn around at the next block. “Tell me more about Naked Sundays,” I say.

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll find them as easy as they sound,” she teases.

“No?”

“Nope. Because as a rule, you can’t do anything that constitutes work.” She counts off on her fingers. “No projects, no research, no business. That includes work around the house.”

“And what happens if I do?” I ask.

“You’ll be punished,” she whispers in my ear.

I stop smiling. “Will I like this punishment?” I ask, all but begging her to tell me yes and fighting not to return us home and find out.

“Maybe, maybe not,” she says. She extends her arms and folds them over her head, causing her breasts to strain against blouse. “I can only guarantee you’ll remember it.”

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I say over Alfred’s command to turn right.

“Yeah, I do,” she says. “Why else would I want you naked?”

I slow as I pull into a modest neighborhood packed with brick homes. “Are you trying to get back at me for the other day?”

“What do you mean?” She turns to glance out the window. “Oh, are you talking about when I walked into your private bathroom to give you a clean suit following your shower? And you pushed me up against the sink and slipped your hand up my skirt?”

“Ah,” I say, thinking back to how her skin flushed and she whimpered.

“You think I’m mad about that? About you giving me a screaming orgasm and then running off to take that call from the president of Mellon before I could return the favor?” She shrugs. “Nah, I’ve forgotten all about that.”

I groan. “It was harder on me than it was on you, I assure you.”

“I’ll bet it was,” she says laughing. She taps the navigations screen. “Looks like we’re almost here.”

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