"Ahh, you mean monogamous."
"Yes, monogamous. I don't want to share."
He shrugs. "You have to be pretty damn good to entice a man to be exclusive."
"I am," I say, grinning at him.
He nods. "I bet you are."
There's a moment between us, and it's like we're staring each other down. Like he's waiting for me to say something in particular. Like, ‘Do you want me to prove it?’
But I don't.
"Well, if you ever change your mind and want something hot and satisfying but with no long-term commitment, I'm your man." He grins at me and then turns to his computer, opening some program and typing, the smile lingering on his face.
"Ha!" I respond, but damn, the very thought of us being fuck buddies sends a jolt right to my clit. Wow.
I've thought of that already – many times. But up until now, I've never said it nor has he. Now, it's out there. It's hanging in the air between us.
"That would probably destroy our business relationship."
"It might. It might make it better."
I frown. "How could it make our business relationship better?" I could squirm in my chair right now because of the uncomfortable swollen feeling in my core.
He speaks, and his voice is a bit breathless. He's feeling the same thing I am and it's only eight in the morning. "We wouldn't have to resort to other people to be satisfied sexually."
Damn… I'm always a bit aroused first thing in the morning and having that thought in my head – well, it makes me even more aroused now.
I stand, because I should leave now, and go back to my office before I say something stupid.
He stands as well. "We haven't finished talking."
"I think we have," I say, raising my eyebrows.
I turn but he gets to me before I reach the open door. He actually puts his arm out and blocks my way.
"Think about it," he says and yes, his voice is definitely husky. "I know I think about it a lot more often than I should. If we became lovers, it would simplify things."
I look in his eyes, and they're half-lidded, and I think I can detect desire in them. Or is it my own desire for him that I perceive?
"It would complicate things," I reply, equally breathless. Oh, God, what is happening?
He leans closer and I'm waiting for him to kiss me. Before he can, I hold up my finger and press it against his lips.
"I don't like sloppy seconds."
He stops. "We didn't fuck. I took her home and said goodnight."
"You didn't fuck her?" I say, a strange sense of relief flooding through me. "Why?"
"Because I wanted you."
Chapter 8
JON
I kiss her. My lips press against hers, and they're warm and soft. I can tell that she's surprised at first, but then I become demanding, my need for her outweighing my sense and she finally responds. My lips part and hers do as well, and when I feel her tongue against mine, that does it. My whole body tenses, a rush of blood to my dick.