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Better, even. Because they were made by them, right here in his office, amid laughter and jokes and plenty of references to those steamy kisses that morning in the weight room.

Once they were finished and it was almost quitting time for the day, Mitch noticed Jules had a streak of paint on her face. He reached over to wipe it off, but only spread more blue paint over the bridge of her nose as a result.

He laughed. “Oops. Messed that up.”

She feigned insult and twisted around to look in the mirror near his desk. He could see himself in the reflection, and he crept closer to her over the tarp they’d laid out on the carpeted floor.

She gasped when he came up behind her, their gazes locking in the mirror.

“What is it about us and reflections?” she asked. When she turned to him, he didn’t waste time. He surged forward on his hands and knees, capturing her lips in a kiss. She made that whimper noise again, the one that told him she wanted it as much as he did.

They kissed eagerly, sloppily even, until Mitch pulled back. This needed to progress to the next level.

“What—”

He pulled her to standing, covering her mouth with his once more as he guided her backwards toward his desk. He tried to push some papers out of the way but couldn’t spare the attention. He hoisted her onto the desk. Something fell over, but he didn’t care. She laughed through the kiss, though it faded when he pushed his hands over her knees and up the sides of her thighs. His fingertips slipped over the smooth skin of her legs. She’d worn a sharp black wraparound dress and equally sharp heels. All of which he was eager to tear off her.

Immediately.

He paused, breaking the kiss to search out a response in her gaze. His cock pulsed hard and seeking, trapped beneath the belt of his pants.

Her chest heaved, her lips kiss bitten. “Why did you stop?”

That was all the answer he needed. He grunted, jerking her by the hips, her legs splaying open and waiting, which was the final push.

They were doing this. Right here. Right now.

Mitch didn’t break the kiss as he jerked his shoulders out of his suit jacket and tossed it toward his chair. It crumpled to the ground a moment later, and Mitch ran his hands over the dip in her waist, seeking the flimsy ties of her dress.

“Oh, Mitch,” she breathed out with a moan. He tugged at the knot once, then again. It came undone, and the front of her dress spilled open, revealing the gorgeous landscape beneath. He finally pulled himself away from her lips, but the view was worth it. He pushed the ends of her dress farther open. Creamy curves greeted him in matching black panties and bra. Lush thighs. Breasts that nearly spilled out of the cups of her bra. He cupped one in his hand, meeting her gaze.

“Should we…you know…here?” She swallowed, gaze darting all over his face. “In your office?”

A knock interrupted them, and she jolted, grabbing for the ties of her dress. Mitch swore under his breath, raking a hand through his hair before scooping up his jacket. He had just slipped it on, Jules standing nearby smoothing down the front of her dress, when Rose poked her head in.

“Still no babies,” Mitch joked. He could hear the strain in his voice. The strain of being interrupted while Jules’s legs were wrapped around him. “Come in.”

“Another delivery needs your signature,” Rose said, pointing at him. “And the front desk needs you to come look at their toy painting contributions, because apparently, someone got a little slap-happy with the emerald green.”

Mitch clenched his jaw. He glanced at Jules, finding the same contained heat in her gaze. A wave of understanding shivered between them.

They’d finish this later.

12

JULES

As soon as Jules arrived at Mitch’s penthouse that evening with Noelle in her arms, the buzz of the service elevator rang through the apartment.

Mitch poked his head into the foyer, where she was just setting down the diaper bag.

“Don’t move,” he said, holding up a finger as he breezed toward the kitchen. Jules froze, not like he’d be seriously watching her to see if she moved a muscle. A moment later footsteps scuffed through the penthouse, and a feminine voice trailed behind Mitch’s booming greeting.

“Here she is,” Mitch said, gesturing toward her and the baby. A smiling employee stepped into the foyer after him—the same ruddy blonde who had watched Noelle yesterday with the hotel’s babysitting services.

“Oh.” Jules offered a smile. “I just came from the babysitting services.”

“Angie’s going to stay up here while we go out,” Mitch said, waving her forward. When she stepped close enough, he pressed a kiss to Noelle’s forehead. Jules found Mitch’s gaze, and the heat there made her breath evaporate. For a moment, it felt like he was going to kisshertoo. Or maybe she was just hungry for another one of his kisses.

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