Page 34 of Filthy Little Midlife Fling

“It’s perfect, Audrey. Beyond anything I could have ever expected you to do in two days. Thank you.”

She beams at me. “You’re welcome.”

I stare around the room again, shocked. “I might have to buy this place after all,” I tell her. “Jeff has been hinting at it for years, and it never felt like the right time. But now I’m feeling possessive of the place.”

Her laugh is bright and happy. She walks over to the desk and shifts the yellow pad of paper a fraction of an inch, so it’s perfectly in line with the corner of the desk. “I’m glad you like it.”

We stand on opposite sides of the desk, staring at each other, and I wonder how I was ever mad at this woman. She had a car accident after getting a call from her ex that rocked her. Then she had to face me in all my anger, and she did it with a pie in her hands and a brave look on her face—at least, her face looked brave when it was actually pointing in my direction.

She brought soup and dessert for my nephew—my son—when she could have stayed away. She’s kind, hard-working, funny, courageous.

And beautiful. Curvy. Sexier than I thought possible. Every minute I spend with her makes me appreciate her more. Want her more.

I’m not sure how I make it to the other side of the desk. All I know is one moment I’m behind it, and the next I’ve got my arms around Audrey, pulling her tight to my chest. Her arms come around my back and spread onto my shoulder blades, her breath ruffling along my neck. I curl one arm around her shoulders and let my other hand slide down her side, relishing the feel of her body against mine.

I shouldn’t be touching her. I have no right to hold her. But she redecorated this office for me. She took care of me and my kid. She had lunch with me. She teased me. She made me feel alive for the first time in three long years.

I pull back a fraction of an inch and look down at her. Her lips are inches from mine. She smells like floral shampoo and woman. I want her desperately.

Her hand slides up to touch my jaw, fingers tracing the line of it. “Has anyone ever told you how handsome you are?”

Warmth glows in my chest. I grin. “Never. I think you should. Feel free to take your time and go into detail.”

Her smile is wide and beautiful. “You’re very, very handsome. When I saw you standing at your door wearing nothing but a towel, I think I had a very small, very spontaneous orgasm.”

I’m about to have a spontaneous orgasm, and there won’t be anything small about it. My arms tighten around her. When I speak, my voice is rough. “Did you?”

She nods, her finger trailing back along my jaw. “First one I’ve had in years.”

I’m so busy enjoying the feel of her body against mine that it takes a few seconds for her words to sink in. I frown at her. “First what you’ve had in years? Orgasm?”

“With someone else, I mean—” She clamps her mouth shut and her cheeks flush red. “I, um… I wasn’t… Forget I said anything. I was kidding.”

No, she wasn’t. Suddenly my heart is galloping in my chest. My arm bands tighter across her back, and my free hand cups her jaw. “You haven’t had a man treat you right in a long time, have you?”

She meets my gaze for a long moment, then finally shakes her head.

“We’re going to change that.”

“Oh.”

“Right now.”

She blinks at me, green eyes wide. “Right now?”

“Right now, Audrey.”

“Oh,” she whispers once more. “Okay.”

The feeling that sweeps through me is red-hot. It’s pure, carnal sex. It’s desire flaring to life because the beautiful woman in my arms is saying yes. I tilt her head back and kiss her, starting softly and quickly deepening it when she clings to me so sweetly I feel like I’m about to fall over. There’s nothing in my head but the feel of her curves pressed against my body and the pressure of my cock trapped behind the placket of my jeans.

“Remy,” she pants. “Remy.”

“Right here, sweetheart.” I tilt her neck back and kiss a line down the side. My fingers tunnel into her hair and she lets out a hot little gasp when I pull, gently first, then harder. All of a sudden I’ve got her pinned to the desk, and I’m not sure how we got like this.

She feels like heaven. She’s soft, she smells incredible, and she’s all mine. She makes me feel like there’s more to life than duty and drudgery. I could own this garage. I could have this woman. I could use a cutlery tray, just because it makes her happy.

I kiss her hard, because I want her to understand what she does to me. My fingers sink into her waist, then slide up to cup her breasts. I’m panting hard, and my mind is splintering.

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