Page 81 of He's The Reason Why

A bright-pink sticky note sailed down in between them and floated gently to rest in between her breasts. They both watched it fall.

“Ow. Damn this floor is hard. Wait. Something’s poking…” She squiggled to the left, away from the whiteboard, and pulled out a magnet.

She held it out to him. “Seriously?”

“Sorry.” Blake took it and threw it over his shoulder. “I should get a rug.”

They picked themselves up off the floor and gaped at the mess.

“Think it’s a sign?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yes. I should definitely go full digital.”

“We should find somewhere less…hard.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door.

He stopped her momentum with a tug on her hand and dragged her close, his body pressed into hers. “Too late.”

She grinned. “I feel that.”

He buried her in another kiss, then another, and another.

“Why isn’t there a couch in here?” She was breathless and hot and ready for more. Her fingers tangled with the buttons on his jeans. She was so anxious to get access to the rest of him that her fingers refused to cooperate. “Are these painted on or something?”

“I’ll do mine, you do yours.”

It took her a little longer than it took him. She was sweaty, and her leggings were sticking to her like sadistic glue, but she got them off and out of the way.

Blake was down to socks and boxer briefs that left absolutelynothing to the imagination. “This isn’t going to be a problem, right?”

An involuntary flex of muscles drew her attention to the body parts that were still covered. “Oh, it’s abigproblem.”

Desire flared in his eyes. “Who needs a couch?”

He pushed her back until she fell into the thankfully cushioned chair. His hands caressed her breasts, his mouth took possession of hers, and then he reached behind her to pull her up to him until she was half off the chair, bare breasts pressed against bare chest.

Sweet all that was holy, the man could kiss.

It was an exploration of mouth and tongue that made an ache bloom between her legs.

When was the last time she’d had raw, primal sex like this? When was the last time she’d evenwantedit? She couldn’t remember.

Her lips tingled, and she couldn’t catch her breath by the time it ended, but she desperately wanted more.

Blake was talking.

She knew he was because she could feel the vibration against her ear, but her brain was scrambled, and she had trouble making sense of the words.

“Should I stop?” He hovered over her with his hands on the arms of the chair to brace himself and waited for an answer.

She snapped the waist of his boxer briefs. “Get rid of these.”

Heat and desire flared in his eyes as he took a step back. “Switch with me."

She scooted out from under him, and the two of them jostled for position. He was out of the briefs so fast it was like they’d vanished, and then he settled in the chair. She stood in front of him, mostly naked except for the black lace thong and aching with anticipation.

She hadn’t planned on being naked in front of anyone today,and for a second she felt a flare of insecurity as a thousand thoughts tried to crowd in and take over.

How long had it been since she’d shaved? She’d showered this morning, but was her deodorant still working? She’d gained a few pounds, did they show? What about her breath? What did they have for lunch…oh crap, were there onions?

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