“Okay, you’re ugly, but you still make me horny as hell.”
She knocked her head against the wall. This new playful side to Spencer was fun, but it was also unnerving. She didn’t know what to make of him when he was like this.
“I would’ve clawed your eyes out when I woke.”
“You would’ve clawed my back, not my eyes. Trust me, you wouldn’t have minded.”
Because she had no argument to that, she waited.
“Are you still naked?”
“Spencer.” The last of her anger drained so quickly she had to sit as she let out a baffled laugh. “I’m seriously late.”
“I’m seriously hard for you. What are you going to do about that?”
Her palm tingled as she remembered stroking his thick length. She sucked in a breath. “Never mind. I’ll call a cab.”
“And you accuse me of being stifled. What’s the matter? Never had phone sex?”
“Phone sex?” Had he lost his damn mind? “You’re at the store. I’m almost six hours late. And we’ve already had more sex this week than I’ve had in five years!”
“Really? Even with that list? I’m shocked. Well, the week’s not over yet.”
“Can we discuss this later? I need to get to work.”
Her voice must’ve pitched higher than she realized because he sighed softly. “Actually, I’m closer than you think. When you didn’t call, I got—” Before he could say the next logical word in that sentence, he paused. Of course. “Come unlock the door for me.”
She nearly snapped back a retort about using his keys, but she didn’t. Instead she ran downstairs to open the door, conveniently forgetting she was still naked until Spencer’s gaze raked down her nude body.
“Now this is something I wouldn’t mind coming home to more often.” He was still talking into the phone as he entered the foyer and kicked the door closed. He set the paper bag he carried on the hall table and advanced on her, his expression betraying his intent.
“Oh no, you don’t,” she said, reading the gleam in his eyes. She backed up, fighting the arousal welling inside her. One glimpse of his hard jaw and sexy stare and she was a mess. “You might be able to take breaks whenever you want, but if I’m off the clock, I’m not getting paid.”
“I’ll reward you in other ways.”
She didn’t doubt it. “What’s gotten into you?”
“You.” He caught her around the waist and pushed her against the wall, his mouth closing around her earlobe. “I thought about getting inside you all day long. Do you know what it did to me to imagine you lying naked in my bed? Every time my phone rang, I hoped it was you. I pretended you’d call me back here and tell me you were thinking of me too, that you couldn’t wait to have me inside you…”
“Oh. Well. That’s nice.” She bit her lip on a sigh. “I’m not used to men being driven to distraction over me.”
“New territory for me too. I keep thinking if I fill myself up with you, it’ll pass.” He wrapped his hand around her breast, stroking her in that rough way that never failed to crank her motor.
“How’s that working out for you?”
“As well as it looks. I hope to God you’re wet,” he muttered, his other hand delving between her damp thighs.
“God was listening.” Her laughter ended on a raw moan when his index finger found her clit, insistently circling the distended flesh.
He grinned. “And here I thought I was on his permanent shit list.”
“Apparently not.” She hooked a leg around his hip and opened herself up to him. “Since I’m already late…” she murmured, shocked to hear herself being so brazen about something that had been so critical to her even two weeks ago.
Right now, right here, a spotless record meant nothing. Less than.
Sunlight slanted in from the window beside them, highlighting his hair as he yanked down his zipper. She could picture him taking a turn as a fallen angel, as comfortable in the flames of hell as surrounded by the harps and gossamer clouds of heaven. He could tempt her to sin—or she could save him from the brink.
The choice was hers to make. And survive.