small potatoes, except for the fact that your boss decided to crucify a kid. It was a good thing I could free up time, or he just might have won.”
“Did you get paid?”
Tony couldn’t help grinning at her naiveté. “Of course. Manny pulled out all the stops. Told me he’d pay whatever I asked, just keep his nephew out of jail.” He piled some tuna onto a cracker and handed it to Kristine.
“Thanks. You know, you don’t have to paint yourself black, Counselor. It wouldn’t hurt for you to admit once in a while that you have a heart that does more than pump blood to your money-grubbing brain.”
Tony shifted one leg, reminded that his heart was doing a great job pumping blood to his cock. “Okay. I’m a great guy. Just ask me. What do you say we take up where we left off the other night? If I remember correctly we were just about to get it on.”
He loved the way she blushed, as though this was the first time she’d ever heard frank sex talk. Her gentle touch on his knee, hesitant as it was, made him want her hot and wet and now.
“Krissy?”
The smile she shot his way was half-sweet, all sexy. “May I touch you?”
God, but she had him on fire, and she hadn’t even gotten down to business. “Be my guest,” he said, bracing himself for a jolt he imagined would hit harder than the lightning that crackled outside the portholes.
“You’re so solid. So hard.”
Her breath tickled his chest when she spoke, and her fingers burned a path up his thigh. When they trailed across the front of his swimsuit and explored his swollen cock he damn near died.
This was going too fast. He’d better tell her now this wasn’t going to end up with him buried deep inside her the way he wanted. The way he was pretty certain she wanted, too.
“Take it easy, honey. I might as well let you know now, all we’re going to do is play. I don’t have any protection.”
She gave him a playful squeeze. “But I do, Counselor,” she told him as she grabbed her purse and fished inside. “Look!”
A condom. A very welcome, one-inch-square packet sealed in bright gold foil that sparkled between Kristine’s thumb and forefinger. The condom that very well might save his sanity.
“Thank God at least one of us came prepared.” He slung back the bed covers and pulled her down on him, on top of the soft cotton sheets.
She snuggled up close, twined her long silky legs with his. “Thank my boss,” she said as she pressed the condom into his hand.
Her boss? “You got this from Harper Wells?”
“No, silly. From Andi Young. The woman I work for every day. She said if I was going to tangle with hunks like you, I should be ready for anything.”
He let out the breath he just realized he’d been holding, grinned at Krissy. “And are we going to tangle?” he asked when she cupped his backside with warm, gentle hands.
Chapter Eleven
“We’re going to tangle.”
Tony’s grin was positively predatory. His hands felt cool, yet they scorched her with their touch. His lips warmed and softened hers. Everywhere he touched her, she burned.
Kristine liked the feeling, wanted more. “Take it off,” she murmured when he reached under the T-shirt she wore and pressed her hips more firmly against his rock-hard penis.
She should have been embarrassed when that flimsy barrier was gone, but she wasn’t. When she lay in his arms, her naked torso molded to his flesh. Melting sensations began deep in her belly.
Waves rocked the boat. Thunder rolled. She tightened her hold on his hard-muscled torso. He would keep the world at bay, keep her safe. In that, she trusted him implicitly.
Lightning crackled in the distance, its danger registering the split second before he rolled them to their sides and took one of her nipples firmly between his lips. A jolt of a different kind passed from her breast to a spot deep inside her, and she wanted more.
She twined her fingers in his damp hair, holding him to her breast. As if he knew what
“Did you get paid?”
Tony couldn’t help grinning at her naiveté. “Of course. Manny pulled out all the stops. Told me he’d pay whatever I asked, just keep his nephew out of jail.” He piled some tuna onto a cracker and handed it to Kristine.
“Thanks. You know, you don’t have to paint yourself black, Counselor. It wouldn’t hurt for you to admit once in a while that you have a heart that does more than pump blood to your money-grubbing brain.”
Tony shifted one leg, reminded that his heart was doing a great job pumping blood to his cock. “Okay. I’m a great guy. Just ask me. What do you say we take up where we left off the other night? If I remember correctly we were just about to get it on.”
He loved the way she blushed, as though this was the first time she’d ever heard frank sex talk. Her gentle touch on his knee, hesitant as it was, made him want her hot and wet and now.
“Krissy?”
The smile she shot his way was half-sweet, all sexy. “May I touch you?”
God, but she had him on fire, and she hadn’t even gotten down to business. “Be my guest,” he said, bracing himself for a jolt he imagined would hit harder than the lightning that crackled outside the portholes.
“You’re so solid. So hard.”
Her breath tickled his chest when she spoke, and her fingers burned a path up his thigh. When they trailed across the front of his swimsuit and explored his swollen cock he damn near died.
This was going too fast. He’d better tell her now this wasn’t going to end up with him buried deep inside her the way he wanted. The way he was pretty certain she wanted, too.
“Take it easy, honey. I might as well let you know now, all we’re going to do is play. I don’t have any protection.”
She gave him a playful squeeze. “But I do, Counselor,” she told him as she grabbed her purse and fished inside. “Look!”
A condom. A very welcome, one-inch-square packet sealed in bright gold foil that sparkled between Kristine’s thumb and forefinger. The condom that very well might save his sanity.
“Thank God at least one of us came prepared.” He slung back the bed covers and pulled her down on him, on top of the soft cotton sheets.
She snuggled up close, twined her long silky legs with his. “Thank my boss,” she said as she pressed the condom into his hand.
Her boss? “You got this from Harper Wells?”
“No, silly. From Andi Young. The woman I work for every day. She said if I was going to tangle with hunks like you, I should be ready for anything.”
He let out the breath he just realized he’d been holding, grinned at Krissy. “And are we going to tangle?” he asked when she cupped his backside with warm, gentle hands.
Chapter Eleven
“We’re going to tangle.”
Tony’s grin was positively predatory. His hands felt cool, yet they scorched her with their touch. His lips warmed and softened hers. Everywhere he touched her, she burned.
Kristine liked the feeling, wanted more. “Take it off,” she murmured when he reached under the T-shirt she wore and pressed her hips more firmly against his rock-hard penis.
She should have been embarrassed when that flimsy barrier was gone, but she wasn’t. When she lay in his arms, her naked torso molded to his flesh. Melting sensations began deep in her belly.
Waves rocked the boat. Thunder rolled. She tightened her hold on his hard-muscled torso. He would keep the world at bay, keep her safe. In that, she trusted him implicitly.
Lightning crackled in the distance, its danger registering the split second before he rolled them to their sides and took one of her nipples firmly between his lips. A jolt of a different kind passed from her breast to a spot deep inside her, and she wanted more.
She twined her fingers in his damp hair, holding him to her breast. As if he knew what
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