“It’s a good picture.”
“You’re scowling in it like Grumpy McGrumpy Pants.”
“Well, I don’t have many pics of my sister and me.”Ah, fuck it.“Fine. I wanted to have a picture of you. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought you’d be half-naked in my kitchen staring at it one day.”
She made her way over to him and slid her arms around his waist, placing a kiss to the side of his neck.
“I’m not going to lie. I looked at the pic on my account more than a few times in the last year.” She nibbled his ear. “I’m not saying it was while I was masturbating or anything, but I’m not saying it wasn’t.”
He gave a choked laugh. Dear god. Would he ever get used to how blunt she was? Hopefully not. It was one of the things that drew him to her.
When she flicked her tongue over his earlobe, his cock twitched, even though they’d barely made it inside the apartment after work and had hard, fast sex against the door.
Damn, there was just something about seeing her in those skirts at the office. If he wasn’t working, he was thinking about pulling up her skirt and lifting her against the wall.
Which was how she’d ended up getting screwed senseless against the apartment door after work.
It’d only been three days since the big realization in the hot tub, and they couldn’t get enough of each other. She’d slept at his place every night since. The only time they’d been apart was when she’d run home to grab some clothes and an overnight bag.
Apparently, she slept naked, which was why she’d stolen his shirt to wear around the house after work.
Both of which he had zero complaints about.
“You smell different than you did at Comic Con.” She released him to go lean against the counter, propping her elbows on it. “I think that’s part of why I didn’t suspect it was you. The masks made both of our voices weird. And the scent you wore as Aidan was nice, but your everyday James scent is like crack to me.”
“Crack, you say?” He made a mental note to buy more cologne to make sure he never ran out. “Actually, for Comic Con, I used some deodorant with Dragon in the name. You know, to really personify the character.”
She burst out laughing. “You didn’t.”
“I absolutely did.”
He slid the pork chops onto the two plates that already had brown rice and broccoli.
“Kudos to you for committing to your character. And this looks amazing. Thanks for cooking dinner. I can handle breakfast for us in the morning.”
She grabbed the plates and carried them to the table, where they both settled in to eat.
“Hey. Serious question.” James paused between bites. “Has Ryan said anything to you?”
“No.” She took another bite of rice. “He thinks you’re giving me rides to and from work because my car broke down.”
It sounded logical, but still James frowned as unease twisted in his gut.
“Do you think he buys that?”
“I think so. He has no reason to assume otherwise. I mean, we’re super-cautious at work. We barely even acknowledge each other. Are you worried he might find out?”
“I don’t like the way he tried to incite you into bed.” He finished off his pork. “It’s wrong and sleazy on every level.”
“Agreed. You know, since I’m in HR, I debated about talking to Grace about what happened.” She hesitated. “But his word choice was kind of vague. I could ‘go far.’ He’s ‘a good person to know.’” She sighed. “I feel like I need more than that to report a partner at the firm who basically hired me. He has a lot of clout.”
“Yeah, as much I hate to agree, I do.” James leaned back in the chair, watching as she finished her meal.
“Do you think he’ll be jealous if he finds out about us?”
“Well, he did call dibs on you.”
And you should’ve never admitted that aloud, James.