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“My career.” She bit her bottom lip. “I’mmonths away from the next rung of the ladder. It’s taken me twiceas long to prove myself as it has Jacob. I don’t want to lose sightof my goal because of a man.”
He’d stiffened at the start of thisconversation worried she was giving him the brush-off again. Buthis body relaxed as he listened to her explanation.
He brushed her stray hair out of her faceand looked at her. “Will this climb up the corporate ladder makeyou happy?”
“In part—yes.” She looked everywhere but athim. “I don’t want to worry about money, about whether I can makethe next mortgage payment. About whether I can afford a couplenights in a nice hotel or dinner at a fancy restaurant. I hatedwatching my parents struggle to give me what I needed and wanted.I’ve worked so hard to put myself in a position where I will nothave those same worries.”
“I admire your tenacity.” He tilted her headup again, not wanting to lose their connection or the progress hebelieved they were making. “And I can’t imagine how hard you haveworked to get where you are. I must admit, I’m about to saysomething that I haven’t wholeheartedly practiced myself, at least,until now. Until you. But life is about connection, Sunshine.” Hewaved a finger between them. “All the rungs of the ladder won’tmatter if there is no one to share your success with.”
“Are you saying you want me to share mysuccesses with you?” Her gaze studied his face.
“We don’t have to have all the answers, youknow. But I’d like you to.” He leaned in and kissed herforehead.
“I’m a neat and tidy person, Rex. Having allthe answersishow I operate.”
He chuckled. “Let’s take it one day at atime.”
She nodded and pushed up on her toes to kisshim. It was a soft, chaste peck. “Did you plan to stay with me thisweekend?”
“To avoid being presumptuous, I booked ahotel room.” His heart palpitated.
Her tongue flicked out over his bottom lip.“Please cancel it.”
“Consider it done.” Then he took hermouth.
Chapter Thirteen
The sunlight penetrated Anna’s windowblinds, warming her face. She blinked her eyes open. Typically, shewas awake and moving well before the sun could wake her with itsheat and light. But this wasn’t any typical Saturday.
A mix of sandalwood and male and sexpermeated the air. She smiled, relishing the memories of the lastnight and early morning. She and Rex had made love at least threetimes, exploring each other until the wee hours of the morning likeit was the first time. Neither able to stop touching the other.
Her limbs tingled with pleasure. She feltboneless. She’d never been so thoroughly sexed and sated. In fact,sex with him proved she’d never been sexually satisfied. That wasan epiphany.
She rolled into him, resting her head in thecrux of his shoulder. She entwined her leg with his. She glided herfingers over his chest, his abs, floating across the peaks andvalleys of his lean muscles. His body was to die for. Getting closeenough to him seemed impossible. Even skin to skin was too farapart.
His cock twitched under the covers. “Goodmorning, Sunshine.” He kissed the top of her head. Heat radiatedfrom him.
A lazy smile pulled at her lips. “Morning.”She brushed her fingertips over his side.
He yelped and jerked in reaction like she’dstuck him with a pin. “Hey, now,” he warned. He squeezed her tohim, trying to trap her hands between their bodies.
“So you’re ticklish.” She chuckled. How hadshe not discovered this last night? “Good to know.” She skated herfingers over his side again. He jumped, practically bucking off thebed.
Rolling over her, he grasped her wrists andpinned them above her head. She enjoyed having him above her, hisweight settling over her, especially the look of desire thatswarmed in his green eyes. She opened her legs, allowing his hipsto rest between her thighs. His erection throbbed against hercore.
“If you know what’s good for you, you won’tuse that knowledge to your advantage.” He rubbed the bulbous headof his hard cock along her slit, hitting her clit with an upwardstroke.
She sighed. “If tickling you gets methisreaction, I’m pretty sure I’ll be running my fingersalong your side constantly.”
“Two can play at the game of torture.” Hecocked an eyebrow. He slid his dick over her clit again.
This time, she jolted. That bundle of nerveswas more sensitive this morning and yet still aching for attention.“You wouldn’t?”
He grinned. “Wouldn’t I?” His hips madeanother languid stroke.
She moaned.
He bit his bottom lip as if trying to staveoff his own groan.
