He inhales sharply. “If I wait any longer, I’m going to explode,” he whispers.

“Don’t, then.”

I marvel at this new body before me as he rushes to fish a condom from an unopened box in his nightstand, as he tears the packaging and rolls it on.

And then he’s curling his fingers within mine and pressing my hands above my head to pin me down.

I happily give up control, allowing him to fit himself between my thighs and push into me without hesitation.

Exhilaration and an unexpected sense of peace surges through me.

The front door creaks open around eight P.M.

“We left our clothes out there,” I whisper into Kyle’s bare, sculpted chest, my body warm and relaxed and splayed on top of him. I could stay like this all night.

“It’s fine.”

“Your brother is looking at my underwear right now.”

“Hope they’re clean.”

“Shut up!” I smack his abdomen playfully and his muscles flex with his laugh. “Of course they are. I changed them before I came here.”

“Someone sure had high hopes,” he murmurs.

“Keep it up and you’ll be doing nothing but hoping for a long time,” I throw back, dragging a fingernail around his nipple and down, over the thin trail of hair past his belly button.

He sucks in a breath as my hand grazes his sensitive flesh. “I might need a few days to recuperate as it is.”

“You were a little bit eager the first time.”

“And the second time.”

“And the third.”

He shifts our bodies, allowing him to roll onto his side to face me. He runs a fingertip along my jawline. “This is crazy, isn’t it? Us, like this, again?”

I lean in to touch his nose with mine. “Crazy, but in the best way,” I whisper, my lips grazing his. “Are we going to do this?”

His lip curls with a sexy smirk. “I think we just did this.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Kyle’s throat bobs with his swallow. “Aren’t you worried about how it looks at work?”

“Why? Are you embarrassed of being seen with me?”

He chuckles, but when he pulls back to look into my eyes, his are filled with earnestness. “There’s a lot of outside factors that could make things difficult. We need a game plan.”

Really there’s only one outside factor—a sixty-seven-year-old man in a three-piece suit.

I hadn’t planned anything beyond showing up on Kyle’s doorstep to tell him how I feel and seeing what might come of it. But he’s right; we do need a game plan. One that keeps the workplace gossip mill at bay and my father blissfully unaware for as long as possible. “We should keep things quiet for now. Because if people find out, then my father finds out. And, I swear, Kyle, his opinion of you doesn’t matter to me—”

“You’re right, we don’t want him knowing just yet,” Kyle agrees.

I smooth a hand over his jaw, coated with dark stubble. “I hate it, but I think that’s smart. For now.”

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay with people knowing that the future CEO of Calloway Group is dating the building’s security guard?” His voice drips with doubt.

I press my lips against his in a slow, tantalizing kiss. “I’m okay with people knowing that Piper Calloway is . . .” My voice trails. Could I still be in love with Kyle? I never truly fell out of love with him. “. . . dating Kyle Miller.”

“Kyle Stewart.”

My face pinches. “I can’t call you Kyle Stewart. You’ll always be Miller to me.”

His hand slides over my shoulder and down my arm, dragging the sheet off my body. “Call me whatever the hell you want to,” he murmurs, guiding me onto my back, his gaze taking in my naked body as he settles himself in between my thighs, his mouth leaving a trail of moisture as he begins shifting downward along my stomach.

“I’m ordering pizza!” Jeremy calls out from the main room. “Do you and Piper want in?”

“You hungry?” Kyle’s tongue teases my belly button.

“Kind of,” I admit. The salad at lunch didn’t fill me up.

“The usual?”

I frown curiously. “What’s my usual?”

“Hawaiian. That’s what you’d always go for at Wawa.”

“You remember that?”

He rests his chin on my pelvis and looks up at me. “I told you, I remember everything about you.”

I smooth a hand over his hair, now dry and wild, while emotion rises in my chest. “How does Jeremy know it’s me, anyway? I could have been anyone,” I murmur. “That would have been awkward.”

“ ’Cause Kyle hasn’t so much as blinked at another woman since we moved to Lennox!” Jeremy hollers.

Kyle rolls his eyes.

“Do you know he called me Sarah when he first saw me?” I call out.

“My brother’s an idiot, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Order us a Hawaiian and get the fuck away from my bedroom door, you perv!” Kyle hollers back, glancing over as the shadowy figure strolls past the frosted glass, chuckling.

“You’ve got twenty minutes. I’ll be on the balcony.” A moment later, I hear the door slide open and shut.

Kyle groans and rests his head on my abdomen. “This place is too small.”

I stroke his hair. “We can stay at my place. My bedroom is down a hall, away from the others.” In truth, I have my own wing that might be the size of this entire condo.

“But then I’d have to deal with Christa.”

“And her psycho cross-eyed cat.”

“Why am I not surprised.”

“But on the flipside, it’s only a fifteen-minute walk to work.”

“Hmm . . . that’s tempting, seeing as I have to catch the bus at five from here.”

“Eww.”

“Right? So, you know you’re welcome to stay here tonight, but I’ll be gone early in the morning.”

“It’s okay. I have to get home soon, anyway. I have this construction proposal to go through before tomorrow.” I should have been combing through it all afternoon, looking for issues to arm myself with in my power struggle against Tripp, not searching half of Lennox for Fun Dip powder packs and tangling in Kyle’s sheets.

Kyle lifts his head to regard me for a long moment, a curious look in his eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m still in shock that you’re here, with me.”

“I know. Me, too.” And it still somehow feels like Kyle and me. We’ve changed, of course—the man looking up at me now is all muscle and strength, with the finest of fine lines touching his forehead and an entire arm and shoulder decorated in art—and yet there is still something so familiar and boyish about him.

Something that feels so right about us.

He bites his bottom lip, his gaze drifting over my breasts. “So I guess I only have twenty minutes, then.”

“For what?” I smile coyly.

I get a knowing smirk in return, and then his sinewy arms are tensing as he climbs up onto me.