Page 52 of Scars of Silk

“I thought we could go to work.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “I’ve been at work all week.”

“No, you haven’t. You’ve been fucking me for the last two days. Today, you can do some hard graft.”

“Is that so?” She steps closer and you could cut the air with a knife.

“Yep. Food and lodgings in place of your receptionist skills.”

“Receptionist?” Another step closer. God, I want to take her against the kitchen counter. “I have a First law degree and I’m a researcher for one of the biggest and most successful law firms in the country.”

I’m impressed, but I don’t let it show. I think my rock-hard dick straining against my jeans is speaking for itself. “Well, darling, if you work hard for me today, I’ll reward you far better than that law firm of yours ever will.”

Her lips part and her eyes darken.

I smack her on the arse and reach around her for the coffees. “You’ve got five minutes to get dressed.”

“Yes, boss.”

I chuckle as she slips her way out of the kitchen. This could be the best working day I’ve had in a while.

“Al’s Tattoos.”

I laugh as she sing-songs into the phone. She’s leant against the counter, the bookings ledger open in front of her. “Tomorrow at five?” She queries and then turns to me raising a questioning eyebrow.

“What do they want done?” I’m just sat in the chair doing fuck all. But then I have done three medium jobs in a row.

“Do you know what you want?” She listens to the other end for a moment before saying to me, “Half a sleeve, something tribal, or maybe tropical.” I snort and her lips curve in that damn gorgeous smile of hers.

“Tell them three. I’m not staying later than seven.”

“He can only do three in the afternoon.” She listens again. “Well either you want him, or you don’t.”

I lift both my eyebrows as I listen in.

“Well you could go somewhere else with longer opening hours, but can you guarantee what you will walk away with?”

I’m grinning. It’s impossible not to. I never want this to end; never want her to leave me to what I was before. I can’t think too much because then I’d have to acknowledge the fact I know those dark shadows and lonely edges are waiting there at the boundary of my existence, ready and waiting to close in on me again.

“Perfect. We will see you at three.” She hangs up and turns as I get up off the chair and shift into the space alongside her. “Some people just don’t know what the fuck they want.”

“I know what I want.” My fingers are in her hair, pulling at the dark strands, tilting her mouth to mine.

“You’ve got a customer due in five.”

“Don’t care,” I mumble the words against her lips. It’s been agony watching her all morning as she’s organised the shop, cleaned all the surfaces, dealt with all the customers. I’ve just wanted her in my arms and my lips on hers.

“Is it always this busy?”

“Dad had a good gig going here.”

“Yeah, but people are coming back for you.” She tilts her chin up so I can skim my lips along the warm skin of her throat. Fuck, is the day over yet already?

“Maybe.”

“Didn’t you do a lot of Faith’s work?”

“Some of it. Dad some, Faith a little.” Why the hell is she talking about Faith while I’m pressing my arousal into her hip?