Whose Bed Is It Anyway? by Natalie Anderson Page A

all the more reason to do something decadent?’
    His eyes sparked. ‘Decadent?’
    It would be so decadent. The guy was like that luscious, rich chocolate he’d fed her. The finest of ingredients, the smoothest texture, divine taste. Fit, strong... seven times?
    He laughed softly as he looked at her. ‘What are you thinking?’
    â€˜Very bad thoughts.’
    â€˜Tell me some.’
    â€˜You wouldn’t understand.’ She lifted her chin provocatively. ‘You can’t really be bad. It’s not in you.’
    â€˜And you think you’re the expert?’
    â€˜Rumour has it.’
    â€˜We both know you can’t believe everything you read.’ He pulled her towards him, his voice dropping. ‘Tell me what you’re thinking.’
    Only a breath away from him, she couldn’t resist. ‘I’m thinking, everyone thinks I’m bad. Why not be bad?’ She was tired of fighting it. Tired of trying to hold her head up in public. She wanted something for herself. Something fun. Something that felt good. And James Wolfe felt good. No one would ever know. He’d be as adamant on that as she. And she could live with that.
    His hand slid across her shoulder, the tips of his fingers seeking her collarbone. They were gentle, but firm. Hot. She tensed, trying to stop herself flaring out of control.
    â€˜Maybe it’s not so bad if the world thinks I’m bad,’ she added. ‘Then I can get away with anything because people are already going to think the worst.’
    â€˜What’s the “anything” you want to get away with?’ His fingers moved south, tracing the neckline of her dress. Down towards the curves of her breasts.
    She breathed quicker. Her lashes lifted. ‘Corrupting. Claiming innocence. Taking someone over to the dark side.’
    His eyes widened, then a small laugh escaped him. He shook his head slightly. ‘You really think I’m good?’
    â€˜You better be.’
    â€˜Truth is, I can be very, very bad.’ His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, delving towards her cleavage.
    â€˜So we should be bad together,’ she whispered, placing her hand over his, pressing him closer. She ached to feel more of his skin. Less tease, more touch.
    â€˜Or good.’ His finger traced the lace edge of her bra.
    â€˜In this instance?’ she muttered. ‘Same thing.’
    He bent forward and nipped her lower lip. ‘Let’s both be very, very good at being very, very bad.’

SIX
    Caitlin melted into his arms—his kiss came quick and hard and she was so ready. Right here, right now. Just right . She groaned as James swept his tongue across her upper lip. She wanted him to go deeper but, to her stunned outrage, he pulled back and picked up his phone.
    â€˜You have an important call to make— now ?’ She scowled.
    Amusement flashed on his face as he took another step back from her. ‘Very important text.’
    What? How could the guy even think? How could his hands even be steady enough to be able to tap out a text? She was wobbly all over. Needy. Hell, she had been for hours. She put her hands on her hips to hide it and tapped her foot to express her annoyance even more obviously. ‘How is a text more important than...?’
    â€˜I’m ensuring no builders turn up here in an hour.’ He grinned. ‘In fact, I’m insisting no builders or workers of any kind enter the condo at all today.’
    Oh. ‘So you’re putting up the “do not disturb” sign?’ she clarified with a tilt of her chin.
    â€˜Absolutely.’
    Well, for that the man might be rewarded. In a minute. ‘Hmm.’ She lifted her shoulders and let them fall in a careless shrug. ‘You do your admin, then,’ she taunted. ‘I’m going upstairs to find my own...comfort.’
    She walked oh-so-easily across the floor, head high, shoulders back...heart