Page 120 of Maid For Each Other

I kissed her with everything I had, trying to make her feel what I felt for her. Her fingers gripped my cheeks, her tongue licked into me in a way that made every muscle in my body tense, and her lips were fucking wild.

Wewere fucking wild for each other.

I maneuvered her into my office, wanting to work fucking hard on Abi on top of my large mahogany desk. I lifted her, in love with the way she felt in my arms, but when I reached for her idioticNEW YONKshirt, she pulled back.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a snotty little grin on that addictive mouth.

“Oh, you want mine off first?” I teased, reaching over my shoulder to grab the back of my shirt.

“No,” she said, pushing my chest a little and climbing off the desk. “I mean, we can’t get naked, are you kidding?”

“Why not?”

“I have to work,” she said, her eyes narrowed like I was the one saying nonsensical bullshit. “I’ve already wasted too much time, to be honest.”

“Are you talking about cleaning my place?” She couldn’t beserious. “It looks great and I don’t care. I’ll tell them you scrubbed the place all night long.”

“No,” she said, her eyebrows furrowed. “Masterkleen is paying me to do a job, so I’m going to do it. You need to leave or, like, retire to the bedroom.”

“Abigail Mariano,” I said, grabbing her shirt and jerking her back to me, “so help me God, I am going to call Ken Adams and get you fired, just so you have to stay here all night.”

“You wouldn’t,” she said around a laugh, and I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten lucky enough for her to choose my apartment to squat in.

“Try me,” I said.

“What if we made some sort of a deal,” she said with a grin. “You agree not to get me fired if I…?”

“I thought you didn’t want me to make any more little deals.”

“Idon’t,” she said, groaning. “I was trying to be sexy.”

“Oh, is that what that was?” I asked, even though her watching paint dry would probably be sexy to me.

“Itwas. You were supposed to suggest something overtly sexual, to which I would agree, and then I could go scrub your damn windowpanes while we both suffered from raging need. Now…you ruined it.”

“I ruined it?” I said, laughing my ass off.

“Yes,” she said, laughing, too. “Now you’re just going to have to keep me company for the next few hours while I clean. So much more boring.”

“And after that…?” I asked, giving her an obnoxious eyebrow waggle.

“After that, I go home to my place,” she said, anddisappointment settled into my belly. After a month without her in my life, I didn’t want to be apart from her for a minute, much less a whole night.

But before I could argue, she added, “If you’re good, I might just invite you to join me.”

“You sure I won’t get infected with anything?” I teased. “If I go to your ‘slumlord jackass’ apartment?”

“No,” she said with a grin. “But don’t worry. When I got an infestation, it ended up being the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Epilogue

One Year Later

Declan

“You’re serious?”

“Of course I am,” Abi said, rolling her eyes at me as she wheeled her rusty old bike into the guest room. “I’ve always wanted to ride a bike through Central Park, so why wouldn’t it make the move?”

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