Page 54 of If You Dare

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“I hope so.” She waggled her eyebrows.

He erased the space between them and captured her in his arms. Against her lips, he said, “I’ve missed your mouth.”

“It’s been two days.”

Two of the longest days of his life. “How did you sleep on Friday?”

“Fitfully.” Her arms draped around his neck.

“I would think you would’ve passed out, slept like the dead.”

“How did you sleep?”

Not well. He’d tossed and turned, wishing he’d been in her bed instead. Which was where he wanted to be right now.

“When are we coming out of the closet?” he asked.

“You mean out of the pantry?”

“Yeah. When?”

She straightened, somehow managing to pull away from him with her arms still around his neck. “Don’t you like no one knowing?”

“What’s your plan for the RSD dinner this weekend?”

“I told you, I’m not wearing panties.”

“Which I appreciate, but what… Are we driving separately? Using opposite entrances? Should we synchronize our watches?”

“Worried about your reputation?” she teased.

“McIntire, quit jerking me around.”

“I thought you liked it when I jerked you.” Her hand snaked between their bodies and cupped his crotch. His body bucked. His brain blanked.

He ran his hands up her rib cage, just under her breasts. “You’re distracting me on purpose.”

“Mmm, I am.” She continued her erotic massage down below. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Let you,” he admitted. There was no way he’d tell her to stop.

“I have unfinished business with you.” She drew his zipper down. “And I always finish what I start.”

With the copier whirring away in the background, she sank to her knees and tore open his pants. He managed to back them out of sight of the front door and hoped to God they’d hear if someone walked into the building.

“If you steal one more piece of my chicken, I’m going to throttle you.” Lily held up her plastic fork like a weapon. Part of her reaction was for show. The remaining part was sincere. She’d never liked it when he ate her food.

When he ate her, on the other hand… She squirmed in her seat. Well, she shouldn’t think about that at work.

He grinned, stuck his chopsticks into her paper container, and came out with another piece of perfectly sticky fried chicken—which he then put in his mouth and chewed while moaning.

She turned to Joanie. “Are you seeing this?”

“Come on, guys.” Clive rubbed his eyes. “It’s going on nine o’clock, and Joanie and I would like to go home and have crazy, hot, monkey sex on the sofa.”

“Clive!” Joanie’s face turned pink.