Page 71 of Desperately Seeking Kitty

Her dark eyes flared wide. “You know, I never understood why some of the writers I edit use that word. It’s so crude. How could anyone possibly find it arousing?”

“And?”

“And I learned something new today.” She wound her fingers thoughtfully through my hair. “Have you ever thought of narrating audio books? I might have a job for you.”

“Make me an offer I can’t refuse and we can talk.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Pay scale is negotiable. I might be undergoing a change in…my company structure soon.”

I didn’t understand the sudden tenseness of her body underneath mine, but I knew how to make her pliant again. “I actually know a bit more about romance books than you can imagine.”

She waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah, I ordered one of your books, Lee. You could’ve just told me you let women ogle you for money.” She ran her hands over my torso while I gaped at her. “Lucky me, I get to do it for free.”

“Wait, you know? How do you know?”

“Ever heard of Google?” She caught the tip of her tongue between her teeth. “You have many fans. Many salacious things have been said about your sin lines online.”

I frowned while she skimmed her fingernails over my hips.

God, were we ever a pair. Both of us using different names than our own. Well, Lee was my middle name, and I supposed Kitty could be a nickname for Katherine. But Armor?

I kissed her shoulder and steeped myself in her floral scent. She’d dropped so much of her armor with me.

It was about time I do the same. And I would.

Just not now.

“You bought a book with me on it?”

“Yeah. You’re a little bit hot.”

It was easier now to relax into this dance between us. I’d hidden some things, yeah, but it was a relief she’d found out about my not exactly illicit past. I was hiding other things too—about my family and what my future would be if my parents got their way.

But one thing I wasn’t hiding was my feelings for her. They felt like they were on the verge of just exploding out of me.

And that wasn’t a damn euphemism either.

“You’rea lot hot.” I tucked her sweaty curls behind her ear. “How do you feel about my sister and I having Thanksgiving here with you?”

“Huh?”

“My little sister is pregnant. She’s not ready to face all of the family yet. So I suggested we eat here.”

“Is this because you’re addicted to my cookies? I can’t cook a turkey with my special vanilla,” she said slowly, the wheels clearly turning in her beautiful head. “At least I wouldn’t think so. Though you’d be surprised all the uses for it.”

Since I was currently thinking of some very naughty uses indeed, I covered her lips with my finger. “I can pick up a turkey breast.”

I hoped. Maybe. Though I didn’t have much time to place an order now, just two days before the holiday.

I’d figure it out. Turkey breasts were the least of my problems.

Thunder growled outside the window and she jerked. Lightning flashed into the room just long enough for me to catch a glimpse of her naked and sprawled beneath me.

I was not supposed to be here right now.

With a groan, I slid out of her and removed the condom. Very carefully. Then I rose and took it to the bathroom to dispose of it.

With a wince, I flipped on the light and looked at my back. I had an assortment of scratches and maybe even a bruise I didn’t quite recall.

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