Page 21 of One More Night

My gaze drops to the clear arousal in his boxers. “I can’t do this here.”

“I think you just did.” He cocks an eyebrow as he steps forward and runs his fingertips through the evidence of our sins left on the table.

“Oh, God.” I hitch my legs high to swing them over the mess, and slide off the side of the table. “Why do you do this to me?”

“Make you come?” He absently rearranges himself.

I pause just long enough to regret missing out on the destruction that weapon wreaks. “Make me lose all rationality.”

“Hey.” He stoops to collect his pants. “It’s not as though I make a habit of fucking women on the job either.”

Good to know. “Get dressed and go,” I hiss. “I’ll clean up in here.”

“My coffee?” His smirk makes me want to kiss him and start this madness all over again.

“I’ll bring it in before I leave, Mr. Bowman.”

His nostrils twitch at the use of his formal title. “Very well, Ms. Seaworth.”

I can’t help but crack. The way he leers my name as he jerks his shirtsleeves on … it’s comical. I chuckle under my breath as I tug my panties on beneath my skirt, and then smooth it all down.

“Tell me,” Jordan says. “Do you have air freshener in here?”

I narrow my gaze on him while my fingers work the buttons of my blouse. “I think so.”

“Good.” He checks himself in the small mirror attached to the far wall. “You might want to use it.” A wicked smile graces his lips as he opens the door and then whispers, “Because it smells like sex in here. Specifically, sex with you.”

The asshole winks, and then shuts the door again behind him.

I’ve lost my mind.

I’ve lost my goddamn mind.