When I get back into bed, I think about doing a little more work but decide that it can wait until tomorrow. Shutting down my computer, I turn off the lamp on the bedside table and pull her into my arms, not realizing that I have had zero trouble falling asleep since she started sleeping wrapped around me.

CHAPTER 19

Dayton

“You should go before you’re late for work,” Franny whispers against my lips, and I smile against her mouth.

“You need to let me go in order for me to do that, baby.”

“Oh yeah.” She breathes, loosening the hold she has on my suit jacket.

After brushing my mouth across hers one last time I step back and slide my hands from her thighs. She looks thoroughly kissed and absolutely adorable with her hair wet from our shower this morning and wearing nothing but a tiny tank and underwear.

“I’ll see you this afternoon.” I straighten my tie.

“You will.” She wraps her hands around the edge of the counter she’s sitting on.

“Fuck me.” With a shake of my head, I step back between her legs and wrap my hand around the back of her neck to kiss her once more because I can’t get enough; I can never get enough. When I pull back again, her hands are once more wrapped around the lapels of my suit jacket, and the heel of her foot pressing into the back of my thigh. “Alright.” I leave her with one last kiss. “That should hold me over.” I let her go, and she laughs. “Be good today.”

“I’m always good.” She smiles as she reaches over for her coffee cup on the counter next to her.

Bending down, I give the top of PJ’s head a rub then grab my briefcase and cell from the counter. With one last look at Franny, I leave my apartment and go to the elevator.

It takes forever to get to work, and when I arrive, Jamie is already at her desk.

“Morning.” I acknowledge her with a dip of my chin and walk into my office, flipping on the light.

“Hey.” She knocks on the open door as I start to unpack my bag. “Mary stopped by a few minutes ago, she told me to let you know she wants to talk to you about the Groden case before Greg arrives for your meeting.”

“Thanks, Jamie.”

“You’re welcome.” She shifts on her heels but stays in the doorway. She rarely comes into my office anymore, and if she does, she leaves the door open. I think it’s her way of showing people that there is nothing going on between us. “Do you need anything, want a coffee?”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“Alright, I’ll be out here if you need me.” She turns around and walks out, closing the door behind herself.