sex had been about the wanting.
He was so off his game with this woman, it wasn’t funny. He just needed to keep this night focused on what it was all about—scratching an itch—and not cloud it with a fleeting notion to make this more than it was. It could never be. Their worlds were so utterly and completely different.
“You asleep?” he asked, wrapping a curl around his finger.
“I was.”
“Are you seriously going to sleep through the apocalypse?”
“I don’t know, will I?” She laughed, raising her head to look him in the eyes.
He rolled over, pulling her on top of him, letting his hardening cock ride the sweet cleft of her ass. “Not if I can help it.”
Chapter Ten
“Mr. Elliott, Mr. Duff is on line one for you.”
Jerline’s voice rang out from the intercom on his desk and Teague didn’t hesitate to reach out for the telephone. He needed something to distract himself from the thoughts of Risa and last night…and this morning. Damn. He was man enough to admit that the sex last night had rocked his fucking world. If they’d burned with even a fraction of that heat the night they got married he didn’t know how it wasn’t scorched permanently into his memory. He sure as hell knew that every woman to come after her would be compared to Risa.
She was upstairs packing for her flight back to Las Vegas, which left in four hours, and he was on tap to take her to the airport. While a part of him wished she could stay a while longer, the rational, not-connected-to-his dick part of his brain knew she had to go. If any one woman had the power to distract him from his plans of political world domination, it was Risa.
Shaking off the memories, he schooled his voice into more professional man and less horny teenager. “Hello, Leland.”
“Teague, when are you getting your ass out of Podunk and back to DC? We need you here at the firm.” Leland tried to inject his voice with an easygoing inflection, but it did little to hide his impatience. Teague couldn’t blame him—cleaning up his father’s mess had taken longer than expected.
“Leland, I should be there in two weeks.”
“Good to hear. That should coincide nicely with the board’s announcement of your partnership.”
There was a pause and Teague’s skin tightened with a sudden apprehension. A prickle on the back of his neck didn’t even begin to describe the rush of blood-buzzing angst that shot through his veins. Leland had another shoe to drop and he had no idea what it could be.
“I was also wondering when you were planning on bringing Mrs. Elliott to meet me.”
Teague knew he wasn’t talking about his mother.
Fuck.
“So, you heard?” It wasn’t atypical for the firm to do background checks on the members of the firm—it was expected—and his had been completed months ago. He’d taken the cute girl in their HR department out to a very expensive dinner in exchange for a copy of the report.
“When you didn’t answer your cell phone I called the office and your lovely assistant, Jerline, told me about the wedding reception you had last night.”
“I…” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . “It happened so suddenly, I was going to wait until I saw you in person.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear it. I thought for a moment you were trying to hide something from us.”
Cold sweat broke out between his shoulder blades and Teague knew that the next few moments would make or break him with Harrison & Duff.
“No way. She just got here from Las Vegas and we were talking about coming to DC this morning. You name the date.”
“Tomorrow,” Leland said. “I can arrange for a late supper at the club. If you get here early, we can go over some of the cases before the celebration.”
Teague had to clear his throat of the panic before he could answer. “Sounds great. Risa is excited to meet you.”
“I have to admit I was surprised to hear of this woman. I thought you were seeing Olivia Stone.” Leland chuckled into the phone. “Although
He was so off his game with this woman, it wasn’t funny. He just needed to keep this night focused on what it was all about—scratching an itch—and not cloud it with a fleeting notion to make this more than it was. It could never be. Their worlds were so utterly and completely different.
“You asleep?” he asked, wrapping a curl around his finger.
“I was.”
“Are you seriously going to sleep through the apocalypse?”
“I don’t know, will I?” She laughed, raising her head to look him in the eyes.
He rolled over, pulling her on top of him, letting his hardening cock ride the sweet cleft of her ass. “Not if I can help it.”
Chapter Ten
“Mr. Elliott, Mr. Duff is on line one for you.”
Jerline’s voice rang out from the intercom on his desk and Teague didn’t hesitate to reach out for the telephone. He needed something to distract himself from the thoughts of Risa and last night…and this morning. Damn. He was man enough to admit that the sex last night had rocked his fucking world. If they’d burned with even a fraction of that heat the night they got married he didn’t know how it wasn’t scorched permanently into his memory. He sure as hell knew that every woman to come after her would be compared to Risa.
She was upstairs packing for her flight back to Las Vegas, which left in four hours, and he was on tap to take her to the airport. While a part of him wished she could stay a while longer, the rational, not-connected-to-his dick part of his brain knew she had to go. If any one woman had the power to distract him from his plans of political world domination, it was Risa.
Shaking off the memories, he schooled his voice into more professional man and less horny teenager. “Hello, Leland.”
“Teague, when are you getting your ass out of Podunk and back to DC? We need you here at the firm.” Leland tried to inject his voice with an easygoing inflection, but it did little to hide his impatience. Teague couldn’t blame him—cleaning up his father’s mess had taken longer than expected.
“Leland, I should be there in two weeks.”
“Good to hear. That should coincide nicely with the board’s announcement of your partnership.”
There was a pause and Teague’s skin tightened with a sudden apprehension. A prickle on the back of his neck didn’t even begin to describe the rush of blood-buzzing angst that shot through his veins. Leland had another shoe to drop and he had no idea what it could be.
“I was also wondering when you were planning on bringing Mrs. Elliott to meet me.”
Teague knew he wasn’t talking about his mother.
Fuck.
“So, you heard?” It wasn’t atypical for the firm to do background checks on the members of the firm—it was expected—and his had been completed months ago. He’d taken the cute girl in their HR department out to a very expensive dinner in exchange for a copy of the report.
“When you didn’t answer your cell phone I called the office and your lovely assistant, Jerline, told me about the wedding reception you had last night.”
“I…” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . “It happened so suddenly, I was going to wait until I saw you in person.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear it. I thought for a moment you were trying to hide something from us.”
Cold sweat broke out between his shoulder blades and Teague knew that the next few moments would make or break him with Harrison & Duff.
“No way. She just got here from Las Vegas and we were talking about coming to DC this morning. You name the date.”
“Tomorrow,” Leland said. “I can arrange for a late supper at the club. If you get here early, we can go over some of the cases before the celebration.”
Teague had to clear his throat of the panic before he could answer. “Sounds great. Risa is excited to meet you.”
“I have to admit I was surprised to hear of this woman. I thought you were seeing Olivia Stone.” Leland chuckled into the phone. “Although
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