Page 65 of Desiring an Angel

“It’s not a good idea, Ash. You fucked her, I know you want to do it again—and being involved with employees is a hard limit.”

He had a point, but I wanted her near us all the damn time.

“Look.” Rhett came closer, grasping the back of my neck. “She’s got you wrapped up around her little finger, but we have to think with our brains, not our dicks. Instigating sex this morning wasn’t one of my smartest ideas—”

“It’s the most I’ve ever connected with a woman,” I said, grabbing hold of his hips and pulling him against me.

He studied me in silence, his dark eyes assessing as always. “I’ll admit she’s beautiful, but she’s…too much.”

Her sister had stated the same.

My stomach tightened.

“What’s wrong?”

I smoothed away the involuntary grimace on my face. “Keep an open mind, Rhett. Look beyond the quirks for the inner beauty, the sweet-natured woman who desires to give love and be loved. She has so much to offer…”

“Bacon,” he murmured at the same time the scent drifted past my nose.

“And French toast.” I grinned, grabbed his hand, and tugged him toward the office door. “Let her spoil you rotten and show her appreciation in one of the ways she claims to do best.”

I imagined being a recipient of her love in our bed but squashed the idea so my dick didn’t lead the way into the kitchen.

Sky had settings on the breakfast nook table. A flush still painted her cheeks, and she’d wound her hair up atop her head in a messy bun.

Regardless of what Rhett decided he wanted, he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she ordered us to sit.

“How do you like your coffee, Rhett?” she asked while pulling another mug from the cabinet.

“Black.”

She huffed a quiet snicker. “Not surprised,” she murmured but loud enough we both heard.

I choked back a laugh at Rhett’s raised eyebrow.

“She has you pegged,” I whispered, elbowing him.

A flash of heat went through Rhett’s eyes and disappeared just as quickly as he shut down whatever thought—

Oh fuck.

Lust kicked me in the groin, and I glanced between him and Sky a few times. He’d never given his ass to anyone but me…did he have a secret kink I wasn’t aware of? We had dildos aplenty but hadn’t ever played with one attached to a female.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked while leaning into his space and sliding my palm over his groin.

He’d gone half-hard.

Snickering, I squeezed until he shifted beneath my hold. “Maybe Sky and I will stop by our favorite toy store—”

“Ash.” Rhett’s tone didn’t recommend an argument, so I gave him space, having every intention of sitting back and enjoying the hell out of that show some day.

Sky set a steaming mug of coffee in front of Rhett, and his low, murmured “Thank you” tightened her nipples.

“You’re welcome. I hope you like French toast. Bacon too. Oh, and cinnamon,” she chatted while turning away. “I used the rest of the canned coconut cream leftover from the pie in the egg mixture—it smells divine—I think it’ll taste good? I’m sure it will. Maybe.”

Rhett’s eyes tracked her as she retrieved a platter of French toast.

Her nervousness didn’t dampen the sexual tension between them I’d noted from the moment they’d met.

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