Page 8 of Forever His This Christmas

“I returned it,” she countered with a grin as she helped him shed his shirt.

“True but it was cleaned and didn’t smell like you…unlike the pillow and I missed that when I got back here.”

“Guess we’ll have to see what we can do to fix that, won’t we?” She sighed when he lifted her onto the bed, his hands trailing down her body. He slid her skirt down her hips and joined her as his hands strayed back up her thighs. “I take it we’re going for fast right now?”

“For now…then it’ll be slow until you’re begging for more,” he promised kissing her as they quickly built each other up. He reached for the nightstand and realized he didn’t have anything here. The ones at the bar hadn’t even been his. They were there from his brother who’d been using the apartment until he’d moved in with his girlfriend. “Shit…”

“What?” she said as he rolled aside, cursing himself for not remembering.

“I don’t have any protection with me.”

“Promise me you’re clean, that you don’t actually take any girl up to the apartment or here,” she said moving over onto him.

“You’re the first person I’ve been with in over two years, baby.”

“Then we’re good,” she said as she slid over his hard length, letting him feel every inch of her sweetness.

“Yeah?” he moaned trying to get his brain to think of anything to keep from coming instantly now. So last time you insisted because?”

“I thought you were a sleazy bartender who tried to sleep with anyone, and I wasn’t going to risk that. It’s been over twoyears since I’ve been with anyone and I’m on the pill, so unless you have a problem with it…” she suggested, her hips moving up a hint, and he grabbed her tightly, pulling her back to him.

“Then it seems we’ve both got things to make up for,” he warned rolling her underneath him to show her just how much they did. Over and over until they were both exhausted.

Lisa stood looking out the window wearing his shirt later that night as they waited for the takeout to get there, wondering what had possessed her to do what she had with him. He was her boss for Pete’s sake—worse, her boss’ boss’ boss or something. Could they really be adult about this if things didn’t work out well? Sure, the sex was fantastic but what would happen if something happened and one of them fell for the other?

She knew after tonight that she could let herself if she didn’t watch it. She didn’t need a man telling her what to do. She liked her independence, the ability to do what she wanted when she wanted. To not have someone asking her questions she didn’t want to answer. To not have someone trying to get her to open up with them.

She didn’t want to give that up. Then again, how did you give up the most incredible sex you’d ever discovered, she wondered as he slid up behind her and pulled her back against him.

“Do you know how sexy you are in my shirt?” he asked kissing the side of her neck.

“Mmm…” she sighed turning around letting him lift her up into his arms. “What about the food?”

“It can wait…I can’t,” he stated, and she knew this was going to be incredibly dangerous, but she might as well enjoy it. If she was going to get burnt, it’d better be worth it.

Chapter 3

“No Mom, I can’t make it. I’m up to my eyeballs in work right now. The company was just bought out and I’m going over every single financial statement with the new owner’s accounting team,” Lisa said putting the call onto speakerphone, so she didn’t have to hold the receiver any longer. Her mother had been lecturing her for the last ten minutes about missing Thanksgiving for the hundredth time and she was tired of it.

Then again, she was plain tired.

She was working her ass off running between the two offices with new information for each all on top of barely sleeping. Not that she was complaining on that side of it. The sex was absolutely incredible. Instead of dying down it was flaming higher and she really wanted to get this last bit finished so she could head over and see Corey. He’d had a meeting, but she was supposed to meet him at his place for dinner. They’d been doing this for a little over a week and it was simply better each night. She didn’t want to think about what it meant because she refused to let a man define her.

“Lisa, you haven’t been home in over a year and that was only a couple nights even. We only saw you for three days this past summer while we were in New York. It’s time you come homefor Christmas. The last time you spent one here with us you were in high school.”

“I can’t Mother. I’m busy,” she argued getting frustrated.

“Doing what?”

“I already told you; I’m working.”

“They’ll be closed on Christmas Day and I’m sure you can manage to get off for a day or two without any issues if nothing else,” her mom stated making her hold in a groan.

“I’m sure I could but the simple fact is I don’t want to ‘come home’ as you put it. I didn’t over Thanksgiving, and I don’t feel any different now. Not for Christmas or any other time.”

“Lisa Gracelyn Branson!”

“I’m sorry Mom but this is where I want to be,” Lisa stated, knowing her mother would never understand. She wasn’t about to try to explain it to her though, that would simply make a mess of things. Worse than this by a longshot. “I don’t want to go to Colorado and see everyone.”

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