Page 155 of Back in the Saddle

“They would only do it if we had the appropriate staff hired to man that room. Now, we all have to kick in.”

“But you worked late last night,” I pointed out.

“Taking my turn is part of that ‘taking your brothers’ backs’ I was talking about last night.”

God!

Why did he have to be so responsible and dedicated to teamwork?

“So we’re not gonna break the seal on wild, sweaty sex until, earliest,tomorrow?”

I barely got the last word out before I had an arm around my waist, I was flying through the air only to hit a hard wall of muscle, and then I was being kissed.

Hard. Deep. Wet.

And delicious.

I had my hands in his hair. Eric had jacked up my nightie at the back, so I also had his hand cupping one cheek of my ass inside my panties, skin to skin. Their first introduction. And they liked each other a whole lot.

This made me think he was going to be irresponsible and go even later to work.

I was in for that.

Allin.

But he set me on my knees in bed, slid his hand out of my panties and the pad of the thumb of his other hand ran along my lower lip.

“I couldn’t help it,” he murmured, watching his thumb move. “It was the nightie. But that was a mistake.”

“I take it that means you’re going,” I noted.

“Sorry, honey,” he whispered.

“Do notevensay I’m the bigger tease,ever again.”

He smiled at me, kissed my nose, and ordered, “Don’t dive into that icebox cake. We’ll have it tomorrow.”

And then he was gone.

Gah!

I fell back on the bed.

And I was Jessica Rose Wylde. I didn’t do what I did next.

Ever.

But I did it then.

Because I couldn’t help it.

No Eric.

No icebox cake.

Thus, I pouted.

For a very long time.

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