She swiveled, fighting the urge to escape. She couldn’t exactly leave his place. She bit her lip. She was stuck at the scene of the crime.

Shower. She’d take a shower and then decide what to do about the circus her life had become.

When she entered the bathroom, her heart kicked at her ribs. This was exactly how she’d renovate a master bathroom. Huge shower with dual heads, gorgeous gray tiles, and a free-standing tub under the window that begged for bubbles.

She stepped into the huge shower stall and slid under the hot water.

Oh, that felt good. She closed her eyes and let her mind go blank.

Only seconds later, she heard the shower door open.

Pulse pounding, she spun.

A gloriously naked Easton stepped inside. Of course, the man didn’t look sleepy. No, he was sharp-eyed, hair sexily mussed.

“No.” She held up her hands. “I’m taking a shower, then once I’m dressed, I’ll work out how to rectify the huge mistake of sleeping with my boss.”

Easton kept coming. “You slept with Meredith?”

“Ha ha.”

He snaked an arm around her waist and hauled her close. Water rained over them.

“It wasn’t a mistake,” he said.

“It was. I totally slipped up.”

He smiled. “The first time I made you orgasm? Or the second or third time?”

Harlow sniffed. “Don’t get—”

“How many times did you scream my name last night? Five? Six? Seven times?”

Harlow cocked her head. “Are you done?”

“Yeah.” He lowered his mouth to hers.

She was so weak. She kissed him back.

She found herself pressed up against the tiles by Easton’s hard body, panting, and stroking his hard cock.

“Fair warning,” he murmured. “You’re about to make another mistake.”

“Oh, stop talking.” She yanked his head down to hers. “Condom?”

He cursed.

She licked her lips. “I know you had your physical the other week.” She’d made the appointment for him.

He froze. “I’m in perfect health.”

Her pulse was pounding. “So am I, and I have a contraceptive shot.”

His fingers flexed on her. “You saying I can take you bare? Nothing between us?”

“If you trust me. I can—”

“Fuck.” His body shook and he urged her to wrap her legs around his waist.

She did, and he didn’t make her wait. A second later, he slid inside her with a hard thrust.

“Easton.”

“There it is.”

Then he proceeded to rock her world.

When he finally turned the shower off, her legs were limp, and she clung to him to stay upright.

He led her out of the shower, then wrapped her in a fluffy towel. He pressed a kiss to her nose. “While you get dressed, I’ll make us some breakfast.”

“You can cook?”

“My mother’s Italian-American. She decreed that all her children would know their way around the kitchen.”