Spencer didn’t know how he had any control left. This stunning woman lying beneath him pushed all the right buttons, and those hints of a filthy mouth... Those alone almost shoved him over the edge.

He was trying not to hurt her, but when she begged to be fucked, it was like snapping the cord he held on his self-control. He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs, to her knees, then back, pinning her legs to her chest.

Each time he slammed inside her, she moaned louder than the last. Her head was thrown back, and her lips slightly parted. Blonde hair splayed on the blanket around her. A halo for her angelic beauty.

He tried to focus on something to slow him down. Surfing. Accounting. Work. It didn’t matter. Each time she clenched around him, it jerked him closer to orgasm.

He gripped her thighs as need built inside. He pounded his pelvis against her. The scents of sand and sex filled the air, yanking his climax out. He grunted, pounding hard and seeing spots, as he found release.

As Spencer slowed and then stopped, the world sank back in, punctuated with the combination of Trina’s gasps and giggles. He liked pretty much anything that came out of her mouth, but knowing she also had a filthy mind made it that much better. He was going to coax more fantasies out of her.

She laughed again, and he focused on her face.

“What?” he asked.

“Wow. So... um... Wow.” She bit her bottom lip and pointed at her chest. “Not a virgin anymore.”

He slid out of her and rolled to collapse next to her on the bed. So much about Trina was a breath of fresh air. “Feel like the big, scary weight is gone?”

“Don’t know.” She shifted to rest her head on his arm. “Might need a couple more times, to figure that out. And then a couple more to make sure I’m doing it right.”

“No complaints from me.” He might need a little time to recover first. Then again, the way she teased her fingers along his chest, over a nipple, and then back up to trace his collarbone, he was half-hard again. Another amazing thing about her—she made him feel a decade younger.

“I owe you breakfast,” he said. Not that he didn’t want to lie here all day, but logic said he might need a breather.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

She propped herself up on one elbow, to look at him. “Popular media tells me this is where you ask for a sandwich and then go back to sleep. And popular media wouldn’t lie.”

“If I wasn’t comfortable, I’d smack your ass for a comment like that,” he teased.

“Promises, promises.”

He kissed her nose. “Go take a shower, and find me in the kitchen when you’re done.”

“If you insist.” She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. She hopped from the bed, not trying to hide her nakedness. As she walked toward the door, she glanced over her shoulder. “Are you watching my ass?”

“Damn straight, I am.”

Her smile grew, and she flounced from the room.

Spencer flopped his head back and stared at the ceiling, not really focusing. He had no idea what this was, what they were doing, or where they were heading, but as long as they were both having fun, he didn’t see how it was a problem.

****

SPENCER TRACED A LAZY path along Trina’s legs, where they rested on top of his. She sat sideways next to him on the couch, head leaned on her arm on the back cushions. It was Sunday night.

They tried gaming this way, but they kept accidentally bumping each other’s controllers, so they surrendered that idea a few hours ago—about the same time the sun was setting. He didn’t remember the last time he was this comfortable.

“I should get going.” She didn’t move.

They’d spent the weekend screwing, gaming, and talking. One tended to lead to the next, regardless of what they started with. Whenever they reached the talking bit, they covered a wide range of topics, from simple—her favorite color was red—to revealing—she’d minored in Italian in college—to personal—he had a vasectomy after his divorce. “Probably. Unless you want to stay here tonight. Head out early in the morning,” he said.

Her exaggerated pout was as enticing as the rest of her, and he leaned in to nip at her bottom lip. Her moan glided over and through him, tugging at his cock. He slid his hand to the back of her neck, capturing her as he deepened the kiss. His tongue sparred with hers.

Never breaking the kiss, she straddled his legs. Her weight against his lap, the hunger in her kiss, the way she ground against his erection... He broke away with a gasp. “You should go. Morning traffic out of here will be a nightmare.”

“Or we could stay, and I could get up really early.” She pressed harder against him.

Despite all the things they’d talked about in the last couple days, they steered clear of defining any sort of relationship or lack thereof. For now enjoying each other was enough.

He moved his hand under her shirt and skated his palm up her stomach, to brush his thumb along the bottom of her breasts. “If you stay, I can’t guarantee we’ll get any sleep.” With the way she squirmed, she had to be as wet as he was hard. He dragged his touch over one nipple, through the lace of her bra. “Call in sick tomorrow.”

“And you’ll do the same?” She met his gaze. “People will talk.”

“People won’t care.” As he said the words, he knew they weren’t true. He kissed between her breasts, before resting his forehead against her chest. “Fuck.”

“They already tell each other I fucked my way into my job, and that’s based on nothing.” Sadness mingled with her playful tone. Her words vibrated through his skull, their meaning tugging at anger.

That carried another revelation. “We have to keep this a secret.” Even if they didn’t know what this was.

“We don’t have to stop, do we?”

He looked up to see her pout was back, and real this time. “Not unless you want to,” he said.

“I don’t.”

He drew a finger over her frown, afraid if he kissed her again, he wouldn’t want to quit. The way she parted her lips and fluttered her eyelids at the contact almost undid his resolve anyway.

Spencer forced his hand to his side. “Install is over in a few weeks. We’ll keep our relationship on the down low, then figure details out after that.”

“I’m good with that.”

He gripped her hips and nudged her back. “I’m going to have a hard time not pounding Doug's face into the pavement next time he says anything to you.”

“Please let it go.” She stood and stepped away. “I’m dealing with it.”

“You’re not.” He knew interfering wouldn’t do anyone any good, but he couldn’t justify ignoring the harassment.

She bent at the waist and gave him a quick kiss, pulling away before he could grab her again. “I will. I have a plan, and it’s under control.”

He had to believe her. It didn’t lessen his desire to brain the asshole she worked with, though.

****

TRINA WAS GRATEFUL there were no other cars in the parking lot. She could take her time waking up, a few minutes, before any of her colleagues arrived. They all had keys, since Spencer wouldn’t be on site every day, to let them in.

She rubbed her dry eyes and headed into the building.

She might not have gotten any sleep last night if she’d stayed at his beach house, but she would have enjoyed it. Instead, she’d tossed and turned for several hours, trying to figure out what was missing. It occurred to her around three in the morning. She’d slept alone her entire life, but after two nights in Spencer’s bed, she felt addicted to curling up next to him.

As she walked into the lobby, she was surprised to see a light coming from under the door at the far end. Eventually, that room would be for Security. Right now, it was where Spencer had set up a temporary office.

Did he forget to turn the light off Friday night, or was someone else in there? She didn’t dare hope he was here. She crept toward the room and knocked softly.

“Yeah.” Spencer’s voice carried out.

Her weariness vanished, and she pushed into the room and closed the door behind her. His smile warmed her from the inside out.

“I didn’t see your truck outside,” she said.

“The truck was due for maintenance.” He stepped around the table holding his laptop. “This is closer to the car place than the office is, so I had the driver drop me off while they do the work.” He approached her, knotted his fingers in her hair, and crushed his mouth to hers.

She flattened her back against the door as he pressed in, and still it wasn’t close enough. She fisted his shirt. He tasted like coffee and smelled like body wash, and his low groans were more energizing than the dance station she had dialed up in her car.

“I missed you.” He was breathless when he broke away.

She giggled. “It’s been less than twelve hours.”

“Hmm...” He glided his hands to her ass and pulled her against him. His erection dug into her stomach. “My dick doesn’t tell time so good.”

“Other people will start showing up soon.”

He searched her face. “You’re trying to talk me out of this.”

“I’m trying to be logical.” Which she was pretty much hating. He teased his fingers along her waistband, and the contact threatened to chase away reason.

“I guess one of us should be the grownup.” He trailed his mouth along her jaw. “Do I have two minutes to make you come?”

Yes, please. “I can’t guarantee it.”

“Thirty seconds?”

She rested a palm on his chest and summoned the willpower to push him back. “Thirty seconds? Really?” She couldn’t hide her amusement.

“I see it as a challenge. I learned a lot about you this weekend.”

The way she was squirming from being so near—okay, and from that kiss—she suspected he could pull it off.

“Morning.” Shawn’s call startled her.

Trina raked her fingers through her hair, hoping it wasn’t too much of a mess.

“You look gorgeous,” Spencer whispered, and kissed her on the nose.

“You’re biased.”

“True. But you also look fine. Go.”

She stole one more kiss. “Behave,” she warned, before opening the door.

Did traces of what they were up to show on her face?

Doug arrived as she walked into the lobby. “Why do you look guilty?” he asked.

Anyone else, and she’d wonder what he saw. With him, she assumed he was being an asshole. “You’re projecting.”

He sneered. “Nice. Any reason you’re holding closed-door meetings with the client?”

None of your fucking business. “Catching up with a family friend. Didn’t want to bore anyone with stories about the weather in Utah versus California.” She was both impressed and frightened by how easily the lie slid out.

Doug narrowed his eyes, but as more people arrived, he seemed done with the conversation.

The morning went the same as any last week. Trina was determined to keep a smile on her face and not let Doug know he irritated the piss out of her. Each time he accused her of making a mistake she didn’t, her resolve faltered, though. By the time they took a break around ten, she was ready to let Spencer make good on his threats against the asshole.

Thinking about Spencer helped. Remembering his touch, the caress of calloused fingers along her bare skin, was like its own pocket of Zen.

She grabbed a soda in the breakroom, and instead of relocating to a far wall, to vanish in the paint, she lingered on the edge of a group with Shawn and Brian.

“...and her tits were mas...” Shawn trailed off when he noticed her. “Most certainly not there for my amusement.”

Trina forced a laugh. “Please. We all know you were going to say massive. You can’t pretend you weren’t looking.”

“Yeah, I was.” Shawn chuckled. “I have no idea how she was keeping them in that shirt.”

“Secret girl tricks.” Trina winked. It didn’t diminish her the desire to cover her own chest and back away when three pairs of eyes looked at her breasts. Instead, she jammed her hands in her pockets and stretched, enhancing her assets.

Brian laughed. “I knew there were secret girl tricks. Told you.”

“Whatever.” Shawn rolled his eyes. “She’s making that shit up.”

“Maybe I am—maybe I’m not.” Trina kept her voice playful.

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I still call bullshit.” Doug's voice was low enough only she would hear it.

She pointed her sugary smile at him, ignoring the foul taste in her mouth at playing this role even a little. “No clue what you’re talking about.”

As she turned back to the larger conversation, she caught a glimpse of Spencer out of the corner of her eye. She saw him shake his head with a frown, before heading back into his office.

The acrid flavor on her tongue intensified. Only a few weeks. She could do this.

She had to.