Business Casual (Lovelight, #4)

by B.K. Borison

“This is more in line with what I expected,” he says. “What?” I shimmy out of my skirt and toss it in the same direction as his shirt. “You, bossing me around.” He watches with interest as my hands curl in the hem of my sweater. I tug it over my head. “Glad I could meet your expectations.” I prop one foot up on the edge of the bed and reach for the top of my tights. Charlie sits up. “Don’t,” he says. My hands still. “Don’t, what?” He drags his hand down his jaw, palm working at the scruff he’s started sporting since he started farm life. I like it. It suits him. I want to feel it between my legs. “Leave the tights on,” he says, voice low. His eyes dance their way up my body until they hold mine. “Please,” he adds. “So polite.” I leave them where they are and crawl back on the bed. Charlie watches me move up his body. He curls his hands around my hips when I finally settle in his lap, thumbs tracing indistinct shapes against my waist. I peck a kiss on his waiting lips. “Such a good boy.” Charlie makes a low rumbling sound, the hands on my hips clenching tighter. “Nova. You need to tell me what you want.” My lips brush over his again. “Or what?” “I don’t know,” he breathes against me, eyes shut tight. I like this unraveled version of Charlie so very much. “I didn’t really think through the second part of that statement.” “How about this?” I wrap my fingers around his wrists and guide his hands up to my breasts. I place them there, over my lace bra. He peeks open one eye, and...