“And then?”
“And then I had kinda pictured us having make-up sex. And then christening-the-new-office-chair sex. And maybe christening-the-old-office-desk sex because, as far as I know, it was never christened. And—”
“Stop!” She held up her hand, laughing at his overly innocent expression. “How did you get from me being offended and pissed off to having sex?”
He shrugged. “It’s like that six-degrees-of-Kevin-Bacon game, only I have a lot fewer degrees. Pissed off? Make-up sex. New office furniture? Christening sex. Grocery shopping? Whipped cream sex.”
“Scrubbing the toilet?”
“Sneaking up and bending you over the vanity sex.”
Or shower sex. Steamy, scented, slippery shower sex. “Okay, here’s a hard one—pregnant lady.”
“Oh, that’s an easy one.” He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, making her shiver. “I think about that one a lot. Maybe a back rub that turns into slow, sweet sex. Me, flat on my back and you riding me so the baby doesn’t get squashed.”
As heat wound through her body, causing some tingling and aching, she cursed herself for giving him the opening. “Sorry. I have a rule about sleeping with my boss.”
“Damn.” He actually looked disappointed. “Hoist with my own petard.”
“Do you even know what that means?”
“No. I don’t think anybody does, but Joe says it.”
“Regret offering me a job now, boss?”
“No.” He heaved a dramatic sigh. “I still think we could make it work. Locked-in-the-beer-cooler-and-have-to-get-naked-to-warm-each-other-and-stay-alive sex.”
“Nice try. I’m sure one of the many women who kiss napkins for you would be happy to get locked in with you, though.”
“I haven’t had sex with anybody but you since the night we met.”
She’d suspected as much, but she worked some nights and he had women throwing themselves at him and…she’d hoped he hadn’t. “You’ve only had sex twice since the beginning of October?”
“Yup. Same as you.”
While a part of her went all warm and fuzzy at the fact he hadn’t hopped from her bed to some other woman’s, the other part of her was anxious. She didn’t want him waiting around for something she couldn’t give him. “We’re not in a relationship, Kevin, which means you can sleep with somebody else.”
“You told me before we can’t have a relationship and then we had sex. Kinda hoping we stay true to pattern here.”
“That was…we agreed that wouldn’t happen again.”
“No, you said it wouldn’t happen again and I didn’t argue with you—out loud, anyway—because you can get prickly pretty damn fast.”
Prickly? He should try feeling like the least sexy woman on the planet by day and suffering through porn dreams by night. He’d be pretty damn prickly, too.
Prickly…five o’clock shadow…the rasp of his prickly jaw over her breasts…
Crap, now she was doing it, too.
“When should I give my notice?” she asked, desperate to change the subject.
For a few seconds, she didn’t think he was going to let it go, but then he shrugged. “Tomorrow. With the economy the way it is, they’ve probably got a file full of applications, so tell them you’re done as soon as they hire a replacement.”
Even as she nodded, Beth wondered if she was making a huge mistake. Not because she was worried about being without a job if things went south with Kevin, but because of Kevin himself. Now she not only lived across the hall, but she’d be working with him every day.
That was a lot of Kevin to resist, and she was barely managing now. A few more dreams like the ones tormenting her recently, and she might stop resisting him at all.
Chapter Sixteen
April
Kevin set a frosty mug in front of his brother, almost dumping it in Mike’s lap when Beth waddled by.
Countless women had walked through his bar. Walked. Sashayed. Danced. Staggered. He’d even had a few try to climb up onto the bar and strip. Who knew he’d be turned on by the one who waddled?
With only two months left until her due date, Beth had hit the basketball belly, walk-like-a-duck phase of impending motherhood. Funny, but when his sister and sister-in-law had gone through it, he hadn’t found it nearly so attractive.
Could be he’d find Beth attractive no matter what she looked like. Or it could be the fact he’d only had sex twice in the last six and a half months and the last time had been back in February. But if it was just a matter of neglected libido, things probably would have perked up a bit below the belt when he read some of the napkin offers.
Even I’d ride you longer than eight seconds, cowboy hadn’t tempted him.