Page 75 of Not the Plan

“You know what my name means?”

He shrugged, his shyness washing over him. “It’s pretty unique. I was curious.”

“Oh, Karim.” She sighed, smiling, but he caught a hint of sadness in her eyes.

“She was a major deity, right?” He began to massage her again. There was new tension in her back. “The pharaoh’s power came from her? Makes sense for you, such a politically powerful woman.”

“Yeah.” She faced the headboard again. “She’s also the protector of the dead.”

The weight in her tone told him not to ask any more questions. He pressed his palms into her lower back and ran them up to her shoulders, slow and deep.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” he whispered. Her eyes were closed, but a real smile tugged at her lips.

“You’re welcome, gorgeous. Keep it to yourself, though? Can’t have word getting out that the serious Isadora has ink.”

“Oh, I will. I find it really sexy knowing a secret about you.”

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Sunday afternoon arrived well before he was ready. Stretched out on the couch watching TV, Isadora said she had to go home. He was lying on his back, head propped up on a pillow against the armrest. After their last tryst, he’d taken a shower but had only put on a clean pair of boxer briefs and his glasses. She stretched out on top of him, her head on his shoulder. She’d stolen one of his dress shirts after her shower.

“Are you sure?” he asked, caressing her back. “Ready to leave so soon?”

“Soon?” She laughed, looking up at him. “I’ve been here since yesterday.”

“You say that like it’s a long time ago. It’s only been fiveminutes.” He wrapped his arms around her and she rested her head on his shoulder again. He pulled in a chestful of air, gorging himself on her perfume, on the scent of her shampoo.

“What do you suggest? I stay tonight and just go straight to work tomorrow?” She brushed her fingers across his chest, along his shoulder and down his arm. He could get used to the way she touched him.

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “I liked waking up next to you this morning.”

She giggled. “You mean you liked waking me up.”

“No, I’m pretty sure you were awake. You rubbed your perfect ass against me on purpose.” He slid his hands down her back, cupping both naked cheeks.

“Karim!” She swatted at his hands. “Stop. And I did not. I was asleep. You rubbed against me first.”

He grunted. “Did not. And why do I have to stop?”

“Because you’re going to start something and then I won’t be able to leave.” Her words were telling him she wanted to go, but her voice was getting sexier, warmer.

“Maybe that’s the idea, Little Kite,” he whispered, grazing open fingers into the base of her scalp. Her gasp and shudder quickened his pulse. Then her palms were flat on his chest and she sat up, straddling him.

“Aww. ‘Little Kite’?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, stroking her thighs.

“Naughty.” She shook her head and squeezed his hands, stopping their progress. “I have to go. What am I supposed to wear to work tomorrow?”

“What’s wrong with what you have on now?” He rolled his hips, testing the waters.

She gasped again and side-eyed him. “You know, you’re right. I’m sure everyone will think it’s perfectly normal when I show up wearing no bra, no panties and just your dress shirt.”

“I think you look great.” He licked his lips, holding her gaze. “Good enough to eat.” His reward was another sexy gasp and a lip tremble.

“Karim!”

“I can’t even talk about it?”

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