“Thank God for the cloud,” I murmur, and begin fucking her hard and fast. Her eyes are on mine, she’s panting, and her cheeks are flushed. She licks her finger and reaches down to rub her clit. “Yes, baby, rub yourself. Fuck, that’s hot.”

She clenches around me, and I can’t hold back. I come hard, and feel her come with me, milking my cock with her muscles. She covers her mouth with her free hand, trying to keep quiet, and failing miserably.

I pull out and help her off the desk.

“Just needed to take the edge off?” she asks, and begins to shimmy her skirt down her legs, but I stop her and lead her to the couch.

“I didn’t say we were done.” I strip us both out of the rest of our clothes and cover her body with mine on the couch.

“We already had furniture breaking sex,” she says with a grin. “Or, electronic breaking anyway.”

“And now we’ll have the slow and sweet,” I whisper against her lips. “You’re beautiful, cher.”

“You’re charming,” she whispers back. I love how shy she gets when I give her compliments, and turns it around on me, calling me charming.

I’m just being honest.

“Your eyes are so green,” I murmur and slide my already recovering cock through her folds, up to her clit, and down again. She gasps and closes her eyes. “Open.”

“You’re so bossy,” she moans and bites her lip.

“You like it.”

“I like it so much,” she groans and circles her hips, inviting me back inside. I pin her hands over her head with one of my hands, cup her face with the other, and kiss us both mindless as I sink inside and stop, balls deep, and enjoy how tight, wet, and hot she is.

“No one has ever turned me inside out the way you do,” I say against her mouth, then tug her lower lip with my teeth. “You make me forget myself. You make me fucking crazy.”

“You do the same for me,” she says, and whimpers as she circles her hips again. “Please move.”

“You need me to move, baby?”

“Yes.” She pushes against my hands, using my strength as leverage to lift her hips, creating just a tiny bit of eye-crossing friction.

“Ask me,” I reply.

“Please.”

I pull out slowly and push back in and stop again, making her frown.

“Ask me better than that.”

She narrows her eyes on me, earning a cocked brow from me. “Eli?”

“Yes, Kate?”

“Will you please—” she clenches her muscles on my cock, making me swear under my breath. “Please fuck me?”

“Now you’re just using the dirty words to get what you want,” I say, but comply, moving slow and steady, in and out, and she smiles up at me. A gorgeous, full-on, happy smile, and my heart catches.

“I love the way you feel inside me.”

Heart fucking catches.

I can’t respond. I’ll say something ridiculous. Instead, I pick up the pace and grind my pubis on hers, hitting her sweet spot, and watch her come apart beneath me, pulling me with her.

I release her hands and lie on her chest, in her arms. I can hear her heart, thundering in her chest. I can’t see it, but I brush my hand down her side, over the sexier than fuck tattoo there. I am enough the way I am.

She’s so much more than enough.

She sinks her fingers into my hair and holds me tight.

“You’re a sweet man, Eli Boudreaux.”

She kisses my head, and suddenly, everything in me simply calms. This feels…right.

It feels like home.

And that’s ridiculous.

Isn’t it?

“I hate to have to be the party pooper, but I really do have to go back to work,” she says softly, but continues to hug me to her, gliding her fingers through my hair. I could sleep like a baby, right here.

“I have work too. But this feels good.”

“Hmm,” she agrees. “I like your hair.”

“My hair?” I ask with a laugh.

“It’s soft. And it feels good in my fingers.” She rubs my forehead with her fingertips and I sigh. This woman can touch me as much as she wants, whenever she wants. “I like it.”

“I’m glad.”

“And I like your ass.”

“Are you making a list?” I ask with a grin.

“Shh.” She continues to make me sleepy and calm with her fingers. “I like your ass. It’s firm, and you have the sexiest dimples right above it.”

“I’m happy you like them.”

“You have lots of likeable parts.”

“What about the most important part?” I ask and glance up at her to wiggle my eyebrows.

“God, you’re such a man.”

***

“Hey, Van, it’s Eli.”

“Two calls in one day? I’m fine, Eli. Seriously.”

“I’m happy to hear that, but that’s not why I’m calling this time.”

“What’s wrong? Do I need to come to the office?”

I laugh and shake my head. “No. You’re not coming in to work. I need your advice. You’re Kate’s best friend. I want to do something nice for her. Surprise her. She’s been working hard, but I don’t know what to do. Give me ideas.”

There’s a long, pregnant pause.

“Is this Eli Boudreaux? My brother?”

“Funny.”

“So, what exactly is happening between you and Kate, Eli? And don’t tell me it’s none of my business.”