“We’d better start negotiating,” he said raggedly. “The first issue is how much time you’ll want to spend with me.” “All of it,” Cassandra said, and sought his lips again. Tom chuckled. “I would. I . . . oh, you’re so sweet . . . no, I’m . . . God. It’s time to stop. Really.” He crushed his mouth against her hair to avoid her kisses. “You’re about to be deflowered in the library.”
