Simply Sex by Dawn Atkins Page B

chest. His heart thudded behind the thick, starched fabric of his shirt.
    “We’re still dressed,” Cole said, a twinkle of amusement in his dark eyes. “I can’t believe you went to work without underwear.”
    “I didn’t. I whipped them off before you got here.”
    “Good girl,” he said, kissing her again. “And you took time to brush your teeth.” He licked the corner of her mouth, then seemed to sample the taste. “Hmm? Thompson’s Ultimate Fluoride?”
    “How can you tell?”
    “It’s what I use. Mouthwash, fluoride and whitening all in one little dab.”
    “So efficient.”
    “Exactly.” That little flicker of connection made her feel ridiculously happy.
    Cole smiled, feeling it, too, no doubt. He sat up and unbuttoned his shirt, then tossed it to a chair, his muscles fanning out beautifully as he moved. God, he was hot. So what if she should be working? This was such a thrill, an incredible experience she was lucky to enjoy.
    She removed her own clothes and tossed them to the floor—who cared about wrinkles and dry cleaning…so not like her—then spread her limbs in a snow angel in the sheets. When was the last time she’d felt so loose and easy? Summers in high school, maybe, when she’d wake with nothing to do but read, swim and listen to her favorite music. Those were the days, when her time was her own. When had she gotten so busy and why?
    “You look comfortable,” Cole said, watching her, his gaze possessive. Mine, all mine.
    “Oh, I am. I don’t want to move.”
    “All the endorphins, huh?” He lowered his mouth to kiss her breasts, each in turn, lifting his head to look at her in between.
    “Oh, yeah.”
    “So you feel more productive?” he teased, running his tongue over her nipples, one at a time. “Better able to concentrate?”
    She wiggled under him, pivoting her hips, wanting him again. “Mmm. Soooo productive.” They should get up now and work. He had his briefcase, after all. But she was getting aroused all over again and it felt too good. Who knew when she’d have an opportunity like this again?
    “Hungry?” he breathed against her breast.
    “Oh, yeah. Hunnnngry.” She dragged out the word, wrapping her legs around his back, sliding her sex against him for some delicious friction.
    He chuckled. “I mean for food.” He kept up his nipple action, sucking this time, while rubbing her sex with a slow finger.
    “We can…get…delivery,” she managed to say. “Menus… in…kitchen.” She closed her eyes and soaked in the glory of his fingers and tongue working her over, making her knot up and go limp at the same time.
    “I’ll go,” he breathed against her chest, then ceased his lovely torture. “You don’t move.”
    “I can’t,” she moaned. “I’m a noodle.”
    “Don’t tempt me, I’m already starving.” He kissed her mouth and pushed off the bed, returning seconds later with a take-out menu, his wallet and something small between thumb and forefinger. “Jacket button,” he said, placing it on the bureau. “So it doesn’t get lost.”
    “You are the most thoughtful man.”
    “I thought maybe Mexican?” He held out the menu he’d selected—the best deep-fat-fried-everything place in town.
    “My favorite place.”
    “I love Mexican food, but I don’t know this restaurant.”
    “It’s the best. But there’s nothing healthy on the menu.”
    “Ah, but this is a special occasion. Plus, look at all the exercise we’re getting.” He fished a credit card out of his wallet and handed it to her, then reached across her body for the phone from the nightstand. “You call. I’ll pay.” He kissed her neck, shifting his body over her until his erection rested snugly between her legs. “Order whatever comes to mind,” he murmured, kissing along her collarbone.
    She clicked in the number. The take-out clerk had just asked, “What would you like?” when Cole began to trail kisses down her body. He was going down on her.
    Oh, that. I want