Page 10 of His Own Heaven

Consequences.

“You’re my boss,” she said quietly, hoping he was intelligent enough to read between the lines.

She’d already had to leave one job and wasn’t looking to go through that again. She needed to work—not for the money, although that was nice. She needed the comfort and the reassurance that came with the routine of an office. She needed that little bit of control in her life to stop her mind from spinning out of bounds and taking her to the dark places, to the recesses of her psyche she’d rather forget.

Toby slid his hands through her hair and gripped the back of her skull, then tilted her head and lowered his lips to hers. It wasn’t as aggressive a kiss as she’d expected from him but rather a gentle exploration, soft but sure, and by no means less erotic. And when he forced her lips apart and flicked his tongue between them, he groaned, the sensual sound urging her to fist her hands in his shirt and haul herself closer. To feel the warmth emanating from his rock-hard body as she rubbed herself against him like a bitch in heat.

But then it was over. He pulled back and ended it, and Lucy mewled at the all too brief, blink-and-you-miss-it move. It hadn’t been a kiss so much as a tease, a temptation, and she wanted more.

He gave her more. But not in the way she’d expected.

“I’m not your boss, Lucy,” he said, smiling down at her. “And you’re not my employee. Not tonight.”

“Not tonight,” she echoed, letting the underlying meaning in his words filter through her brain. But she’d been burned before. Needing clarification, she added, “Then what are we?”

“We’re just two people—”

“Three people,” Charlie interjected.

Lucy shook with supressed laughter, the sudden burst of emotion easing her tension.

Toby glared at his brother. “Three people,” he continued, “looking for a little fun and maybe a little comfort in the arms of another.”

She stroked her hands over his shoulders and down to his thick biceps. “I have to admit, I do like your arms.”

Toby grinned, and her knees threatened to buckle again.So damn sexy.“So, what do you say, Lucy? Am I taking you to bed, or am I taking you home?”

Staring up at him as her brain chased itself in circles trying to second-guess the decision she’d already made, she said, “What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom?”

He nodded slowly. “Of course.”

Lucy swallowed hard, then said what she’d been wanting to say from the moment Toby had tossed her over his shoulder and smacked her arse. Her mind was more than made up, and she was done stalling. “Then I guess you’re taking me to bed.”

“I’ll drive,” Charlie said, nudging them out of the way of the driver door and climbing into the truck.

Toby took her hand and led her around to the passenger door, but before he opened it, he pinned her against it and slashed his mouth over hers. The kiss was hard and fast and over all too quickly.

“Are you sure about this, baby?” he said, his face suddenly serious, his eyes searching hers. If he was looking for doubt, he wouldn’t find any. Not now. “I won’t be offended if you change your mind. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.”

Lucy smiled at his concern. He didn’t want her to feel coerced or obligated. Used. Not in some sleazy way, at least. She let her gaze drift over his broad shoulders and chest, pressed her body against his and cupped the hard length of his cock through his jeans. Sucked down an excited breath when he groaned.

“I want this,” she said. “I want to be your fuck toy. One night only, no strings, no repercussions.”

Toby’s gaze darkened and he pressed himself closer, moved her hand out of his way and ground his hard cock against the junction of her thighs. She whimpered and he hissed out a breath, then opened his mouth as if to say something, but the window rolled down and his brother spoke first.

“Are we gunna have some fun or what?”

Toby’s gaze never left hers, but his expression softened slightly. “Lucy?”

Lucy grinned. “Let’s fuck.”

Chapter Five

It was usually a twenty-minute drive from the pub in Redland Bay to their acreage in Sheldon, but with minimal traffic, Charlie’s lead foot, and the god of green lights on their side, they managed to do it in twelve.

“Do you two do this often?” Lucy said, her voice breathy.

Charlie turned off the main road and onto their driveway. “Do what?” He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, impatient as they waited for the enormous wrought-iron gate to slowly trundle sideways, allowing them access to their property.

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