6 Chapter 6

“Fuck it.” Mark’s expletive pulled me out of my thoughts.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Let’s take a shower. We don’t want to be late meeting your mother.”

“All right, Mark.” But I made no effort to move off him.

“Okay.” His palm was back on my ass. “I’ll give you half an hour to move your gorgeous butt.”

You sweet-talker, you. “And then?”

“Then I’m going to screw you to within an inch of your life.”

“Well, that will guarantee I don’t move.” I grinned into his collarbone.

And half an hour later, he made good on his promise.

I smiled to myself. Yes, there were the weekends, but on occasion I didn’t wait for them.

It was a dreary, wet Thursday. I stared out the window of my office at Langley, watching as raindrops chased one another down the windowpane, and I decided this would be a perfect day to spend with my lover.

I retrieved my overcoat from the coat closet and went into the outer office. “I’m taking the rest of the day off, Janet,” I told my personal assistant.