Chapter 53

“Jake, first, will you stop calling it that? Second, no! We’re at work, to work. You get enough at home and this morning,” I whisper, looking around nervously in case anyone can hear us.

Maybe I should shut my office door from now on; Rosalie is within earshot most of the time.

“Fine, let’s screw, copulate, make love, have sex… whatever you want to call it. You’re ten feet away, wearing a tight skirt and stilettos, and I’m supposed not to feel horny? Bambina, please. I’ve got a convenient second room that locks, with a couch in there… remember?” He looks at me in a way that sends my organs into a frenzy, my body clenching ecstatically. He leans in close enough to kiss me without effort, his aftershave drawing me in.

I need to have more control than this.

I cast my mind back to the walk-in closet-type second room in his office and the last time I saw that couch months ago, before he ever kissed me, before I even knew how I felt about him, and I’m more than tem