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She laughed wickedly. “I know. And isn’t it always fun to do kinky things in a hotel?”
He took her mouth with his, capturing her lower lip between his teeth before he slowly let her go. “I left my ropes at home.”
She looked around the room. “I think we can manage.” She slid down between his legs. “Can you believe I’m still hungry after all that food?”
His eyes locked with hers when Tayla took him in her mouth. He never took his eyes off her when they made love. His attention—like his attention in everything—was focused. Intent. His lips were flushed and swollen from her kisses. His body was a mass of tension.
“I love you,” she whispered against his skin. “Thank you for being you.”
“Baby—”
“Generous.” She lavished her attention, teasing every inch of him. “Kind. Funny.”
He groaned. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“We may be different, Mr. Allen.” She released him and sat on his lap again, straddling his hips as she lifted her dress and slid onto him. “But we’re perfect for each other.”
He smiled. “Perfectly different.” He put his left hand on her hip and thrust into her, making her back arch. He leaned forward and kissed across her chest, running his tongue under the lace edge of her bra. “You know, when you don’t have your hands, you can get so inventive with other parts of your body.”
“Have you taught him to do tricks now?”
His laugh was wicked. “Let’s see.”
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Chapter Twenty-Five
Five months later…
“Rudy,we don’t have time for that.” Tayla tried not to lose her patience as the young man bounced in his seat on the other side of the video call. “Can you… Now you’re just being ridiculous.”
He’d pulled back and taken out his juggling balls. “You’re asking me to design a unique portal for every SOKA user,” he said. “It’s a complicated problem and I need to juggle.”
She leaned on her desk and waited for him to finish goofing around. “Anytime now.”
“Are you at the bookshop?”
“Yes.”
“Is Ox there? Can I say hi?”
Tayla’s workspace had moved several times in the months since SOKA had agreed to her weird, hybrid telecommuting offer. She’d started out working from home but had gone stir-crazy within a month of spending most of the day by herself. Then she tried working in the office at INK, hoping that Emmie and Ox wandering in and out would prove sufficient stimulation.
Finally, after a particularly manic day, Tayla wildly threatened to knock down every wall in the office so she could see the sun, which led Ox to casually mention that they could open the office to the shop if she wanted because none of the office walls were load-bearing.
Within days, Ox and Jeremy had gleefully taken sledgehammers to Emmie’s office walls, opening the back office to the rest of the shop.
Now Tayla’s desk sat in the back of the bookshop, separated by low bookshelves but open to the hum of activity in the store and the buzz of the tattoo needle.
She couldn’t have been happier.
Tayla turned her monitor around to point it toward the old barber’s chair in INK where Ox was tattooing a client. “Ox, Rudy says hi.”
Ox glanced up. “Hey, dude. How’s it rolling?”
“I just came up for another idea for my back tattoo.”
“Is it in binary again?”
