“Sideways? Not my favorite position, but I’m sure I could be convinced to give it another shot,” I chime in. Elizabeth pulls off her headset and traces the cord to the plug in my hand. She yanks it from me with a huff.

“Bye, Jackie!” Elizabeth growls, slamming a few keys, causing the screens to go black before Jackie can respond.

“What the hell is a goob trooper?” I stand and gaze down at her as she spins around in her chair, noticing for the first time that she’s wearing my shirt again. Or, maybe still? She’s as sexy in it as she was yesterday. Standing over her, I can see down the shirt to the curve of her full breasts.

I can’t wait to have my hands on her again.

“Cross between a goober and stormtrooper.” The timbre of her voice is enough to add the “duh, idiot!” to the end of her definition. “You’re early.” The annoyance is written all over her flushed face.

“You’re welcome,” I retort.

“And you didn’t knock.”

“My hands were full.” I gesture to the grocery bags sitting on the kitchen counter. “And that’s what you get for not locking your front door. Any sort of mischief can stroll right in.” I smile down at her.

“Fine.” She sighs, hopping up from her chair. She marches over to the front door and locks it.

“I have to be on the other side for that to work,” I tease as I sit down in the office chair she just vacated. Fuck, this thing is comfortable.

“So, who’s Jackie?” I play with her mouse to wake up her computer.

“A friend.” She stalks back over to her desk.

“Don’t touch that!” she orders, standing over me, trying to be intimidating. Her hands are on her hips and there’s a scowl on her cute face. She’s about as intimidating as a teddy bear.

“She seems like a character.” I spin away from the desk and face her, answering her challenge.

“She’s a firecracker,” she mutters, dropping her hands off her hips and fidgeting. She’s burned out the fire inside her for now.

“Firecracker?” I ask as I place my hands on the outside of her naked thighs. Her warm skin under my palms confirms that she’s only wearing a pair of panties under the shirt.

“Nothing,” she whispers. Her body is already tensing under my touch and she’s pulling away. I’m not in the mood to let her.

“Nothing?” I stand, running my hands under the shirt, resting them on her hips. She steps back. I step forward, a weird sort of dance.

“Nothing,” she sputters again as she takes yet another step back from me.

I’m tired of playing cat and mouse. Chasing her is fun, but catching her is better. I tighten my hold on her hips, turn her slightly and have her back pinned against the wall before she’s able to object.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” I growl.

I pull her leg around my waist with one hand and continue my journey up her body with the other. I slip my fingers under her shirt, teasing the soft skin on her stomach. Her abs clench as she shudders against me.