Back Only With You
Chapters (68)
  1. Copyright Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Seven
  17. Chapter Eight
  18. Chapter Eight
  19. Chapter Nine
  20. Chapter Nine
  21. Chapter Ten
  22. Chapter Ten
  23. Chapter Eleven
  24. Chapter Eleven
  25. Chapter Twelve
  26. Chapter Twelve
  27. Chapter Thirteen
  28. Chapter Thirteen
  29. Chapter Fourteen
  30. Chapter Fourteen
  31. Chapter Fifteen
  32. Chapter Fifteen
  33. Chapter Sixteen
  34. Chapter Sixteen
  35. Chapter Seventeen
  36. Chapter Seventeen
  37. Chapter Eighteen
  38. Chapter Eighteen
  39. Chapter Nineteen
  40. Chapter Nineteen
  41. Chapter Twenty
  42. Chapter Twenty
  43. Chapter Twenty-One
  44. Chapter Twenty-One
  45. Chapter Twenty-Two
  46. Chapter Twenty-Two
  47. Chapter Twenty-Three
  48. Chapter Twenty-Three
  49. Chapter Twenty-Four
  50. Chapter Twenty-Four
  51. Chapter Twenty-Five
  52. Chapter Twenty-Five
  53. Chapter Twenty-Six
  54. Chapter Twenty-Six
  55. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  56. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  57. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  58. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  59. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  60. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  61. Chapter Thirty
  62. Chapter Thirty
  63. Chapter Thirty-One
  64. Chapter Thirty-One
  65. Chapter Thirty-Two
  66. Chapter Thirty-Two
  67. Epilogue
  68. Epilogue

Her breath was ragged, but she chuckled. “I’m still recovering.”

After we showered, she wrapped a towel around herself.

“Oh, hell, no. You are putting on actual clothes.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll eat you instead of dinner.”

She grinned. “I don’t think I’d mind.”

“Come on, tempting girl. Put on some clothes.”

Pouting, she complied, heading to her bedroom.

“I don’t have a T-shirt big enough for you,” she called. “But if you want to walk around shirtless, I won’t mind.”

“Should I just not put on clothes at all?”

“You won’t hear me complain about that.”

I didn’t put my shirt on in the end, because I needed to let it dry. Watching Val peek at me while we were bustling about the kitchen gave me a lot of satisfaction. For once, she was the one at a disadvantage.

“You were singing earlier,” she commented.

“Really? I didn’t notice.” I didn’t usually sing, Val had this effect on me—I was extremely relaxed and also extremely turned on around her. Val arranged the sandwiches I’d made on two plates at the counter.

I massaged her shoulder blades, partly because they were still a bit hunched, and partly because I couldn’t keep my hands off her.

“You’re still a little tense.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. My lawyer will handle it. I’ve discussed all the options with him; I had just hoped it wouldn’t come to it.”

“How good is he?”

“My lawyer?”

“Yes.”

“He’s one of the best.” She gave me his name, and I wasn’t too happy. He was good, but I was better.

“What if I took your case?”

She turned around, her eyes widening before she shook her head. “No, that’s not a good idea.”

“Why not? I’m a very good lawyer—”

“I don’t doubt that, but I think it’s smarter to separate our professional and personal lives.”

She looked down, and I got the hint. In case things between us didn’t work out, it was easier if we kept the two spheres separate. I understood the message. A vein pulsed in my temple. I didn’t like it one bit, but I understood it.

“Val, I want to be honest with you. Whenever I’m with you, it just feels surreal. This past week, I’ve thought more about you than anything else. I know my life isn’t easy, but I’d like for us to enjoy this between us. As I said before, without expectations. You said you want to take things easy and I respect that.”