Page 69 of Worth Every Risk

I tilt my head in agreement. I certainly feel thoroughly shaken up.

She rolls onto her side, facing me, propped up on one elbow. “I thought of you, you know. Every time I’ve masturbated since I arrived, I thought of you.”

A wave of heat rolls through me. “You did?”

“Sure.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I figured we’d be sleeping together sooner or later.”

“I don’t believe that for a moment. I didn’t think we would.”

“Why not?” She waggles a finger in my face. “You do that sexy eye thing all the time—”

“Sexy eye thing?”

“Yeah. Do you always think about sex? Because you look like you do. Sex appeal pours out of you. It’s pretty hard to ignore.”

I huff a laugh. “I don’t think about sex all the time. I think about it every time I look atyou. There’s a difference.”

“That explains why I always think of sex when you look at me, then. You’ve been sending me telepathic messages.”

I roll my eyes and shift onto my back. “You’re full of shit.”

She slaps my chest, grinning all the while. “It’s true.”

“Maybe you did it,” I say. “Maybe you sent them first.”

She idly flicks my nipple with one finger, and the tip of my dick gives a corresponding throb. “Maybe. Who knows? The point is, we’re in sync.” She sighs heavily, then all the amusement is gone from her eyes. “I don’t want to get in the middle of things with you and your wife.”

“I’m divorced. There’s nothing to get in the middle of.”

“Hmm.” She sounds thoroughly unconvinced. “What happens now, then?”

“We do more of this,” I say. “We enjoy the summer. I’m booking a last minute holiday. I want to take the kids away when school finishes. You’re coming too.”

“It’s my job. I’d expect to.”

“Now you have other duties.” I give her a mock-salacious wink and she laughs. “I’m afraid your workload has increased significantly. Longer hours, more physical labour.”

“Are you going to increase my pay?”

I stiffen. “Seriously?”

“No, stupid.” She sounds affronted. “I’m doing this for free, because I want to. And because you’re the best sex I’ve ever had. I’d like more of it. Lots more, please.”

I can’t wipe the grin off my face. “Thank God. I was worried you were just after money.”

She’s quiet a moment too long, as though whatever she’s thinking needs careful deliberation. “It must be horrid worrying that people only want you for your bank balance.” An uncomfortable tension spreads in the air, but then Aries slides a hand between my legs. “Whereas I only want you for your huge dick.”

Her eyes glint with mirth, but beneath it there’s something far deeper. I understand what she means about our eyes speaking. She’s making light of the situation, but we both know this is more than sex. More than her hand on my dick. The fact that we got here so fast is insane. I’ve never felt a connection like this.

We’re so comfortable, it's like we’ve been together for months, not hours. Laughing, I pull her in for a kiss, relishing the sweetness of her tongue against mine. Our kisses have grown softer, gentler, as the night has gone on. To me, it feels like we’ve known each other forever.

A strange sound comes from somewhere in the room and we break apart. Aries scrambles off the bed, sifting through the heap of discarded clothes we threw off last night.

“What’s that?” I check.

She holds up the video monitor and flashes it at me. “Your daughter.”

Lucie’s waking up. I glance at the time on the alarm clock at the side of the bed. 6.22 am.Shit.

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