He was so fucking cute in his jeans and leather boots. The neat knot of his tie visible over his sweater. His glasses were askew, which meant he’d been rubbing his eyes. Noah’s dark hair was mussed, and Cat smothered the urge to further muss it. Because she knew once she got started on him, she wouldn’t be able to stop. Even after having him inside her groaning out her name as they came together on the cold leather of his backseat less than twelve hours ago, she was primed for another go.

“I don’t see why I can’t work in here while the roof is redone,” he said, frown lines appearing between his eyes as he packed his laptop and folders into his messenger bag. He was loosening up, marginally, but Cat was starting to find Noah’s natural resistance to change a little adorable. It was as if he thought he actually had a choice.

“Noah,” Cat said, stepping into the room. The closer she got to him, the brighter the electricity between them sparked. He closed the flap on his bag and took the long way around his desk, keeping the furniture between them. “It’s going to be dirty and loud and very, very messy.”

He tripped on a lump in the carpet, and Cat smiled, showing her teeth. Carolanne was long gone for the day. It was just the two of them. And if the tension in the room was any indication, they were both thinking about last night.

“Still. I could just move into an office downstairs.”

Cat shook her head. “The whole building is being checked over by an architectural engineer to make sure there aren’t bigger problems than your Swiss cheese roof. It’s easier if the building is empty. You’ll be back to your musty, moldy cell in no time.”

Noah skirted around her. “It’s not that bad,” he said. A floorboard groaned out its protest under his foot.

“This place is a fire trap,” Cat insisted.

“Hey, I don’t go around dissing your office, do I?”

“My office is the dining table in an RV.”

“Well, you don’t see me pointing out its many flaws.”

“Like the fact that it’s missing a leg because you fucked me too hard on it?” Cat shot back. He blushed. An honest-to-goodness blush.

“Jesus, Cat!”

“Awh, loosen up, cutie.” Cat slapped him on the ass and had the satisfaction of watching him jump away from her hand.

“Catalina,” he said, his tone full of warning. “If I didn’t have a meeting in five minutes, you’d be in big trouble.”

She laughed and pushed him toward the stairs. “Naked and bent over your desk trouble?” she whispered in his ear as they descended.

His sharp intake of breath was reward enough.

“You’re evil. Pure evil,” he muttered under his breath.