Business Casual (Lovelight, #4)

by B.K. Borison

“Business casual,” I say again, the idea growing on me. Yes, that’s exactly what I want. Something casual but with parameters in place so neither of us can hurt the other. I tuck my finger in the collar of his sweater and tug him closer. “It means this only lasts as long as we want it to. It also means…” I tip my chin up and nip lightly at his bottom lip. “It also means if I’m fucking you, no one else is.” I’m still figuring out what I do and I don’t want, but I know for a fact I don’t want to share Charlie with anyone else. His eyes flash dark and his breath catches, an inhale that lasts an extra beat. I watch with interest as his tongue wets his bottom lip. I have no right to be possessive over him, but I am, and I think he likes it. I think he likes it a lot. “Are you using corporate speak to turn me on, Nova?” “That was not my intention.” “The results seem to be in your favor.” His fingers flex where they rest against the back of my neck. “Business casual,”