“No worries. I hope you feel better in the morning.”
She gave him a weak smile. “I'm sure I will.” She headed to her room and shut the door behind her with a softsnick. She’d made that entire situation far more awkward than it needed to be. Once she had a little sleep and a clear head, she'd be able to reconcile that just because she’d slept with her boss—unknowingly, but still—didn’t meant the rest of the world was hitting on her.
Chapter Seven
ANTONIO GLANCED ATEmily and did a double-take at the tease of satin. She wore a green nightgown trimmed with lace. The brilliant emerald matched her eyes, and the black was a stunning contrast to her pale skin. “You two do this a lot?” she asked.
She stood next to him in the doorway, while Justin slept on one of his office couches. It was one of the few times Antonio had seen him recently without stress lining his face.
“We used to.” He couldn’t force his gaze to her face. Her breasts were pressed together and up, swelling with each breath, and her negligee barely covered her ass. As the blood rushed from his head and to his lower extremities, he struggled to find the brain power to speak. “I’d be happy if we never had to do it again, but it’s worth it, if things pay off.”
“What things?”
His mind caught up before his mouth ran too far, and he stopped himself from mentioning their side project. “You know what things.” He kept his tone light and playful. “Same you’re here for.”
“Then you should have let me help.” She shifted her weight, giving him a generous view of cleavage. A trail of freckles ran along her collarbone, ending in aVat her neckline, as if the sun had planted each one.
He needed to distract her from the subject. That would put them on an equal playing field. “You and him.” Antonio nodded at Justin’s sleeping form. “How was it?” A tiny portion of him knew the question was inappropriate, but it made as much sense as Emily standing in the middle of the office in lingerie. What the hell—he was going with it.
“Hmm.” She twisted her full lips, and his cock throbbed. “Are you asking how I was, or how he was? The answer to the latter—incredible. Everything you’ve dreamed of.”
He’d dreamed of a lot. “What if I wanted the answer to the former as well?”
“You’d have to ask Justin.”
Antonio dragged a finger along her jaw, to her chin, to lift her head. “I’d rather find out for myself.”
When he brushed his mouth over hers, she whimpered. He dragged his tongue along her bottom lip, before catching the fleshy swell between his teeth. She tasted like coffee, and cherries drizzled with cream.
She dug her fingers into his chest and kissed back, hard and hungry, opening for his tongue. He glided a palm down her back and over her ass, drawing her close until her stomach pressed against his erection.
Emily broke away enough to ask, “What if he wakes up?”
“He can join us.” That was a tantalizing thought. Antonio guided her back toward the desk. Hands on her hips, he lifted her to sit on the polished mahogany, and slid between her legs. Every time she shifted or gasped, his nerve endings hummed in anticipation.
She hooked her feet around him and draped her arms over his shoulders, interlocking her fingers at the base of his neck. “You must think I’m easy,” she said with a teasing glint in her eyes.