Page 21 of Getting Down to Business

As they got on the elevator in his building, his stomach growled. He was starving, but other hungers took precedence over his stomach.

Apparently, Alyssa was of the same mind because she had her shirt partly unbuttoned before he got the door locked. She let it fall on the floor and reached up to kiss him.

“I thought you were hungry,” he teased against her lips as she started on the buttons on his shirt.

“Call it in. We’ll be done with round one before it gets here.”

“Holy hell,” he said, pulling out his phone to do as she asked. “You’re brilliant.”

She was more than brilliant. She was sexy and skilled and…lots of other things he couldn’t think of as she nipped the skin on his chest while unfastening his pants.

He stuttered out the order for the pizza and smiled when the nice gentleman said it would be there in thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes. He didn’t have a second to spare.

He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder making her laugh as he took her to his cave—or room as it were. He tossed her lightly on the bed and jumped on top of her, kissing down her chest. He pulled her bra aside so he could latch onto one of her nipples and then worked over to the other one.

She was busy shrugging off her pants.

His memory had served him well. She was every bit as sexy as he remembered—and even more so now that she was in his bed.

He dug around in the drawer next to his bed for a condom as her hand grasped him, causing him to hiss with pleasure.

“Alyssa.”

“You say my name a lot when we’re together.”

“Is that a problem?” Maybe it was too intimate.

“No. It’s fine. Is that a thing for you?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe.” He’d never given it much thought.

“Do you want me to say your name, or just use the usual God references?”

“My name might be nice. I know I’m not God.” They laughed like old friends having coffee instead of two strangers getting ready to have their second hookup.

“I’m glad you finally let me talk you into a second time,” she said with a playful grin.

He laughed and rolled on the condom, getting round one underway. Sliding into her felt like coming home after a long trip.

Somehow it was better than the times before. He felt even more comfortable with her, and he practically stumbled into point B without much effort at all. He would put more energy into it after he’d had sustenance.

Knowing she was satisfied threw him over the edge and he breathed her name as he climaxed. Her arms were still wrapped around him and he took pleasure in her touch.

They were catching their breaths when the doorbell rang.

“Shit,” he said, not quite able to move yet.

“You stay here. I’ve got it.” He managed to roll to the side and watched Alyssa get out of his bed and shrug on his work shirt to go answer the door.

A few minutes later, she was back with the pizza, paper towels, and two bottles of beer. She took off the shirt and crawled back in bed, handing him a beer.

“Naked dinner,” she proclaimed as she picked up a slice and blew on it to cool the cheese.

“Damn it, you are too good to be true.” If he knew she wouldn’t run screaming from the room, he might have proposed marriage that second.