Kat propped herself up on her elbows. “You didn’t comment on how well Marissa worked with Marcus last night.”
“No, I didn’t,” he said. “That was risky, by the way.”
“I had a feeling she and Marcus would hit it off,” she replied with a smile.
He laughed. “I didn’t even notice.”
“I paired them up because I believe in Marissa,” she said. “And because I thought throwing her into the spotlight with someone I knew would keep her from stumbling, both literally and proverbially.”
“And you thought they’d make a good couple,” he said, showing just how well he knew her.
“Yeah.” She grinned. “I knew. And you should have seen how they were looking at each other.”
“I saw you with him,” he said, suddenly solemn. “He had you cornered by the door, and…”
“He was saying goodbye,” she said, climbing on top of Jason, naked and determined to get him to focus on her, not Marcus. “And Marissa was waiting on him a few feet away.” She reached behind her and stroked his cock. “I’m waiting for you, right here in bed.”
He rolled her onto her back, spread her legs and settled between them.
“Always playing director, aren’t you?” she teased.
“I’ll let you direct later,” he promised, lowering his head to kiss her.
“Oh. Wait. I forgot to tell you something I’m afraid you’ll be upset about.”
He stiffened. “What? Tell me.”
“I have to fire Tabitha. She pulled something—”
He kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless for more. “It does nothing for my confidence,” he half growled, “when you talk about Tabitha when I’m on top of you.”
She laughed and held on to him tightly. “Well, you are my director. If you want me to be silent I’ll be silent.”
“Unless you’re talking dirty to me, or telling me how much you love me, yes. Silence right about now would be ideal.”
He pressed inside her, filled her, and Kat moaned rather loudly. “I’m not sure I can follow that direction.”
“You never follow my direction,” he said, “but somehow you always get it right.”
“So do you—”
Jason drove slowly, deeply inside her.
She moaned again.
* * *
COME MORNING, OR rather mid-morning, Kat was in her favorite short Minnie Mouse robe, making coffee with a smile on her face. That smile grew when she heard Jason whistling his way down the stairs. It had been too long since she’d heard that whistle. He cursed as he passed the living room, and she knew why. She leaned on the counter and waited for him to enter.
Wearing nothing but a pair of blue-checkered pajama pants, he strolled into the kitchen. “Holy crap, Kat,” he said. “We need to make a little deal.”
She arched a brow. “Which would be what?”
“Don’t go into the living room until I have time to get someone to clean your carpet and your couch.” He glanced down at the muddy floor by the sliding glass door. “And to mop.”
“I already looked,” she said. “And I’m not freaked out. It’ll clean.”
“If it won’t, we’ll buy a new whatever we have to buy.”
“I really am not worried about it.” Material items weren’t her thing.
He sauntered over to her. “You aren’t. I know you aren’t. You don’t get all worked up over stuff and I’ve always loved that about you.” He stopped in front of her and eyed the counter, grabbing the whipped cream. “You still use whipped cream in your coffee.”
“Yes, I still do.”
He picked her up and set her on the counter and she laughed, knowing where this was headed. “You are not putting whipped cream on me. I just took a shower.”
“We’ll take another together.” He toyed with the can of whipped cream.
“No, Jason,” she warned. “Don’t you dare.”
He tugged at her robe. The phone on the wall rang. Kat frowned. “Only my parents have that number. That can’t be good. They’d call my cell, which is—”
“In the garage in my backpack, with mine,” Jason said. “Make sure nothing is wrong and I’ll go get them.” He set her down on the ground and she rushed to the wall by the fridge and answered.
“Hello.”
“Is everything okay?” her mother asked. “You aren’t answering and I was worried.”
“I’m fine, Mom. I had the day off and slept late. Are you fine?”
“I’m more than fine. I’m wonderful. Thailand is wonderful. We are loving life here.”
“Good,” Kat said, and nodded to Jason that everything was okay. He visibly relaxed and pointed to the garage before heading that way.
Her mother murmured something to someone else that ended with, “I’m going to ask. Just hold your horses.” She spoke into the phone again. “So, Kat honey, big plans for your day off?”
“Isn’t it the middle of the night there, Mom?”
“Well, yes. Yes, it is. We couldn’t reach you, so we all just stayed up chatting. So…big plans or what?” She murmured something to someone else again.