Page 90 of Obsession

His eyes were mere slits as he allowed me to dress him. Before I pulled the knot up, I buttoned the last one at the top. His bearded skin tickled the back of my fingers. The linen of his shirt was crisp and stiff, but finally, I managed to get the disk through the hole.

I tightened his tie and used the ends to pull him down to me. We watched each other as we kissed. The slow glide of our lips—without the usual crushing bites and sliding tongues—became an exploration.

His hand slid around my hip and coasted up my back. A gentle brush of fingertips up my spine, between my shoulder blades, into the crazy knots of my hair.

Wild sex tended to do that..

I fell into the kiss, closing my eyes as I swayed in his arms. Just as he relaxed into me, the sliding door rattled.

“Grace? Are you in there?”

I groaned. “Phil.”

Gently, he tucked my hair around my ear. “Phil?”

“Philomena Stanwick.”

“Your former employer.”

I squared my shoulders. “Current. You took care of that.”

“Dammit, Grace.”

I rolled my eyes. “My first name is always said in exasperation.”

“Or when I’m coming inside you.”

The flash of heat and anger in his eyes fired me up again. I backed out of his arms. “Don’t.”

His fingers tightened at his sides again. “You don’t like the truth?”

I so didn’t have time for a Blake temper tantrum. It was brewing now—words like truth and consequences were our triggers, after all. I hurried to the door and flicked the lock before sliding the door open an inch. “Sorry, Phil. I was just…”

She looked over my head, then back down at me with a gleeful smile. “Why, Grace.”

“Oh, don’t start.” I pushed her back, following her out into a cloud of Chanel.

She looked over her shoulder at me as I urged her down the small hallway to the Cove Room. “Don’t be embarrassed, dear. You’re single. And I know he is. Boston’s most eligible bachelor. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I sighed. “Because there’s nothing to tell.”

Her eyes widened. “Is that who you were working for?”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Why—how? Never mind.”

Of course, Philomena had figured it out.

“Is that why you couldn’t work for him anymore?”

“No. He fired me, remember?”

“So, that he could sleep with you?”

“Oh, my God.” My chin dropped to my chest. “Can we not discuss this? You obviously needed me for something.”

She craned her neck around to look down the hall, but I moved in front of her to block her from going back to where Blake was. “Yes.” Finally, she snapped back into the conversation. “Yes, that lazy little shit Brody isn’t coming with his piece.”

“Phil, why do you keep offering him spots?”

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