"Too bad for you," she said, pulling her hand free, then laughing as she danced backward out of his reach. "I mean, I can only spend so much time with my boy toy."
"Mmm. I think I like the sound of that," he said, twining his hands behind his head as he sat up, leaning against the headboard. Then he reached over and pressed the button for the electronic drape, flooding the penthouse condo with light. "Hop back in bed and play with me some more."
She let her eyes roam appreciatively over his truly exceptional bare chest that she'd come to know so intimately. Her gaze dipped lower to the sheet that covered the rest of him, but was tented just enough to prove that he'd been serious about his offer to play.
"Hold that thought," she said, forcing herself not to laugh.
"Why don't you hold it for me?"
The laugh bubbled out. "Perv."
She took a step toward his bathroom. Like everything else in his condo, it was brilliantly appointed and wonderfully luxurious, with the most incredible shower she'd ever seen, complete with a rain-style head above and a series of jets that sprayed from three of the four walls.
She turned back to him. "Although it is a big shower, and I really should clean up before I meet the girls..." She was having breakfast at Magnolia Cafe on Lake Austin Boulevard with Taylor and Mina. Originally, they'd planned to go running, but they'd unanimously agreed that being lazy and catching up on gossip would be much more fun.
"You really should," he said, tossing the sheet aside, and then striding toward her. She glanced down, her pulse kicking up as he walked toward her, his erection hard and huge.
She swallowed. "Wow. You're really excited about that shower, huh?"
His smile was pure sin. "You have no idea."
She narrowed her eyes as she watched him approach, her own bare skin feeling hot and itchy with anticipation. "Just promise me you won't make me late to meet the girls."
"Cross my heart," he said, then took her hand and led her to the shower.
* * *
She was twelve minutes late for breakfast, and although she swore it was because of traffic, she saw the knowing glint in the other women's eyes.
"You're off the hook," Taylor said, her hair tucked under a BoHo style bandana. "We just got seated. The wait here just gets worse and worse."
"Worth it, though," Mina said. "I'm splurging on gingerbread pancakes." She gave both of them the evil eye in turn. "And we are running tomorrow. Otherwise my ass will not survive the way I've been eating lately." She leaned back in the booth, looking smug. "Great sex makes you hungry."
Taylor rolled her eyes. "I don't even want to hear about it. You and Cam. This one and Parker. Honestly, I feel like I'm going to shrivel up and die if I don't get laid soon."
"Don't die," Megan said, squeezing her friend's hand. "Who'd stage manage the contest?"
"Bitch," Taylor said mildly, then smiled sweetly at the waitress who arrived to take their order.
"Speaking of great sex," Mina said after the waitress left, "you're looking chipper this morning." She raised a brow, focusing on Megan. "All brimming over with vim and vigor."
Megan laughed. "I deny nothing. But I'm also not sharing details."
"Totally unfair," Mina said, as Taylor rolled her eyes.
"Vim and vigor?" Taylor said, glancing toward Mina. "Who talks like that?"
Mina ignored her. "Come on. Tell us everything."
"Oh, great," Megan said. "It's analyze Megan time."
"It's going well, then?"
She sighed, remembering the morning. Heck, remembering all their time together. "I think I'm really falling for him."
"And it's mutual?"
Megan thought of Parker's touch. The way he talked about her struggles to rebuild her business and his support of her ambition to take it further. She thought of the way they laughed, the heated way he looked at her. About the way he made her feel safe and loved and special. "Yeah. It really is."