Business Casual (Lovelight, #4)

by B.K. Borison

I always get the feeling Nova wants to crack open my head and take a look around. I’d probably let her and thank her for the pleasure.

“Okay, so I was thinking—” “Whoa.” “Shut up. Let me finish.” A thrum of heat pounds once, right at the base of my spine. I love an authoritative woman. My hands flex and release. “Okay.”

She shivers, and I’d offer her my jacket if I had it. She’d probably light it on fire.

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

“Nova,” he whispers, somewhere against my mouth. “I don’t think my feelings are business casual.” I sigh into him. I hold on to him wherever I can reach. “I don’t think mine are either.”