Business Casual (Lovelight, #4)

by B.K. Borison

Flirting has always been easy for me, but flirting with Nova is a goddamn delight. Her whole body comes alive under the attention, like a flower tilting toward the sun. I’m greedy for her reactions. For the way pink lights up her cheeks.

Her smile is soft, her cheeks are pink, and I want to taste the edges of that quiet, rare amusement.

Sometimes I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I could spend all night learning the art that decorates her body. I just might.

I want to hear her say my name again. I want to hear her beg it. I want to unravel her so thoroughly, she knows exactly what it feels like to be undone. I want to leave my mark on her, not just with my mouth and with my teeth, but with the memory of this night and all the delicious things I plan to do to her. This might be a one-night stand, but I want her to think about me tomorrow. I want her to think about me for a while.

Charlie kisses me like he’s had a plan on how to do it the entire time he’s known me.

I want to do exactly what she wants. I want to be everything she needs. Fuck getting out of her system. I want to be so far in her system I’m all she ever thinks about.

It’s like stepping off the curb without realizing there’s a curb. My heart trips over itself, seeing her face light up because of me.

I like him jealous. I like him greedy. I like the wild, unrestrained version of him I got in the back office. It feels like he’s finally possessed with the same sort of mindlessness I’ve been carrying around this entire time. I like him honest. I think I just like him. More than like him, actually.

I know you’ve been hiding, Charlie. But I see all of your colors. The bright ones and the dark ones too.

“I’ve never been anyone’s favorite,” he whispers. “Well,” I say, feeling defensive. “You’re mine.”

I missed him so much, this man I was never supposed to miss at all.