Beg for It(53)

“This is so nice,” she whispered.

His kiss pressed against her hair. “Yeah.”

They sat that way for a few minutes in silence. Reese’s breathing slowed. Beneath her palm, his heartbeat did too. He was falling asleep.

Also too early for him to be staying over. She rocked him gently until his eyes fluttered. “Wake up. You need to go.”

He frowned, pulling her close to kiss her mouth. “Do I?”

“Yes. But the kids are with their dad this weekend. You could take me out on the date you promised. And I can stay over at your place.” She nipped his bottom lip, making him groan, but pulled away before he could kiss her again. “Now, though, you need to go.”

He yawned. “You sure? I could make it worth your while.”

She poked his shoulder lightly. “You’re so much more argumentative than I remember.”

“Sorry.” His grin said he was utterly unapologetic.

She put a fingertip beneath his chin, tipping it up and watching his eyes half-close. “Just be aware. I’m keeping a list, and it’s not of rules.”

“Uh-oh.” He nipped at her finger, but she pulled it away. “I think I remember that list. What’s on it?”

“A list of things you’re going to need to be disciplined for,” she said, meaning to tease, but as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she knew she meant it.

Reese’s voice got husky. “Yes, Ma’am. I look forward to it.”

“Kiss me again.” He did, slowly, sliding his fingers into the hair at the base of her skull and tugging gently. She broke the kiss sooner than she wanted to. It was going to be really hard to say goodnight.

She made herself, though. She hadn’t set any hard or fast rules about dating postdivorce, but it didn’t feel right to have him sleeping there with the kids in the house, no matter how well they’d all gotten along. Not so soon. And if he slept here, she knew, they’d have sex, and having sex with her kids and sister in the house also felt inappropriate, especially the kind she wanted to have. The sort with a lot of loud noises.

“The weekend,” she promised him with heat already curling in her belly at the thought of it. “We’ll have the whole time together.”





Chapter Thirty



Reese had texted her last night to pack a weekend bag, and now, as four thirty rolled around in the office, he showed up at her office door with his own bag in tow. “Ready?”

“It’s not even five o’clock,” she told him.

He laughed. “Who’s the boss here, me or you?”

“I reserve the right not to answer that right now.” She typed a few more things into her open document and saved it, then glanced at him. “You’re serious, you’re ready to go now?”

“Yeah, I let Sandy leave already. If we get on the road now, we might avoid the worst traffic on the Schuylkill.”

“Is that even possible? That road is awful. I take it we’re going to Philadelphia?” Corinne shut her computer down and came around the desk.

She looked f*cking amazing in a navy blue skirt that showed off her sweet, tight ass and those legs…those legs. Reese gave himself a mental shake. “Yeah. If that’s okay with you?”

“The kids get off the bus at Douglas’s house on his weekends, and Caitlyn told me she had plans to visit some friends in Pittsburgh, so she’s already gone. I’m free to go wherever you might take me.”

“Perfect.”

He’d planned what he hoped was going to be the perfect weekend to…well, not to impress her, exactly. Not to show off. To treat her as the queen she was. That was all. The way he’d always wanted to, but had never been able.

“You didn’t tell me what to pack, so I threw in a bunch of things. If I need something special, we can run back to my house—”

“Whatever you need, we can buy.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes a little bit, but looking pleased. “I see.”

“Anyway, I hope maybe you’re mostly going to be naked…”

Corinne clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Tsk, tsk.”

“Is your list getting longer?”

“Oh, yes. Much, much longer.”

He grinned, then grabbed her bag to sling over his shoulder. “Oof. Wow. What’s in here?”

“You know, the usual things a girl needs for a weekend away with her boy. Chips, dips, chains, whips.” She stopped at the look on his face and laughed. “I’m teasing you. Shoes. It’s mostly shoes.”

He hefted the bag. “It’s two days, Corinne.”

“I told you I overpacked!” She swatted him, and he snagged her wrist to dance her closer for a kiss, which she denied him by turning her head. “If you start that, we will never get on the road.”

“Sandy’s gone,” he reminded her with a pointed look toward her desk.

Corinne shook her head and pushed him away, turning him at the same time toward the door. She swatted him on the ass. “And I told you, no f*cking in the office. Let’s go, c’mon. If we get stuck in traffic, I’m going to add that to the list and you will not be happy with what happens.”

“Promises, promises.”