Business Casual (Lovelight, #4)

by B.K. Borison

“I’ve got bad news, Nova.” I deliver it in staccato bits. I can’t figure out how to catch my breath. She lifts her face from my neck and rests her chin on my chest. Her cheeks are pink and some of her hair is stuck to her jaw. “What’s that?” “I’m not sure that worked anything out of my system.” “Oh?” She lifts herself off me and slips to the bed at my side, one hand propped beneath her head. I match her position and trace the flowers on her thigh with my fingertip, all the way over her hip and back down again. “Should I be a little bit mean? See if it helps?” I shrug. “Might as well try it.” “That was the best you’ve got?” She snaps, voice sharp. “If I wanted a mediocre lay, I would have picked someone up at Applebee’s.” I groan and flop back on the bed, my arm thrown over my eyes. My cock gives an eager twitch against my thigh. Nova bursts out laughing. “It didn’t work,” I mutter, peering at her from behind my bicep. “In fact, I think it’s worse now.” She curls up with a pillow. “Does Applebee’s still exist?” “I don’t know. You’re the one hanging around them, looking for prospects.” “Prospects,” she snorts. “I’m not trolling through the streets, Charlie.” “Thank god for me, you’re just trolling through tree fields.”