“You’re so fucking sexy and lovely that it would be illegal not to spy on you.”
I shimmied against him and was startled when I felt his raging erection against my back. “Again?”
“I told you I’ve missed you. I’m going to spend the next few days showing you just how much.”
“You’re such a sweet talker. All to keep me in bed.”
“You’re holding it against me?”
I turned around to face him, hugging my pillow with an arm. “Umm, no. Is my lying here naked not enough proof that you’ve won me over with your devious plans?”
He rolled us over until I was under him, pressing every inch of that delicious chest against mine. “Nah, I’m going to demand more proof.”
“I’m more than happy to provide it.”
Epilogue
Val
“I can tell you’re spying on me,” I said one Friday afternoon a few weeks later, smiling as I looked over my shoulder. Yep, Carter was standing in the doorway to my bedroom. I was sitting on the bed, iPad in my lap, typing an email.
“This isn’t spying, love. I was just... observing you.”
“So you’re not here to convince me to lock ourselves in the room and ignore the outside world?”
“I would if the movers weren’t arriving in ten minutes.”
I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Carter and the girls were moving in here. Today. My house had three bedrooms, and the surrounding land was big enough that we could always expand. We’d chosen Friday as move-in day because the house would be full of Connors who’d offered to help.
I went back to composing my email, feeling Carter’s gaze on me. When I heard the door close, I spun around to him.
“What are you doing?”
“Come to think of it, there’s plenty I can do to you in ten minutes.”
I grinned. “I so saw this coming.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh. A mile away. Why do you think I hid up here to write this email?”
“Who are you emailing anyway?”
“Davis’s grandson. He’s been abroad, but now that he’s back he wants a face-to-face meeting.”
Davis had been so impressed by the samples we’d presented to him that he asked us to fast-track the line we were developing for him so he could have it in stores a half-year earlier than we’d originally planned.
Carter climbed next to me on the bed faster than if I’d dropped my clothes.
“I see. The old man had better stop trying to hook you two up.”
“He has stopped. I told him I have this amazing man who isn’t too thrilled with his plan.”
“Good.” That one word had come out in a warning tone, as if he’d planned to add or else. I chuckled.
“What?”
“Nothing.”