Not Safe for Work(55)

On rubbery limbs, we both got up and cleaned ourselves off. Between the sweat, semen and massage oil, we’d probably need another shower. For the moment, though, we just collapsed in his bed.

“How the hell did I get so lucky?” I cradled his face and kissed him. “Even when you’re on top, you’re the perfect sub.”

“I live to please.”

“And you do it so well.” I drew back to meet his gaze. “I’m not kidding—when I’m running on all eight cylinders again, you’re getting the night of your life.”

“Every night I’ve spent with you so far has been the night of my life.” Rick smiled, caressing my face. “The only thing I regret is not pinging you sooner on Leathr because this is perfect.”

My heart fluttered. Yeah, it was, wasn’t it? I couldn’t even kid myself about him being out of my league anymore. Whatever differences we had outside the bedroom didn’t matter when we were like this. Rick was the submissive I’d been looking for.

He cocked his head. “You’re spacing out. You okay?”

“Yeah.” I smiled, drawing him closer. “Just plotting how I’m going to make all this up to you. Because I am definitely going to.”

He laughed softly. “Well, I have to admit, I’m looking forward to whatever you come up with.”

I flashed him a toothy grin. “Oh, just you wait…”





Chapter Nineteen


My reprieve was exactly what I needed, especially since I spent it sleeping, tangled up with Rick, or both. It was far too short, though, and all too soon, it was over. Back to the grind.

Before I went to work, I took a walk around the park across the street, just to give myself another half hour or so of freedom before I returned to that fluorescent-lit prison. The walk did me almost as much good as the sleep, sex and coffee. A little air, a little sunshine, some exercise, all on the heels of some long-overdue time with Rick—why yes, it was possible not to feel like a zombie.

I’d barely stepped into the building when Marie and Mitchell cornered me in the hall.

“I hope you got some rest?” Marie inclined her head.

“Yes, definitely. Thank you.”

“Good.” Mitchell nodded. “Because you’re going to be busy for a while.”

“Well, I definitely appreciate the time—” A yawn cut me off. “Sorry. Sorry. Still tired.”

Mitchell scowled. Marie glanced at him, then at me. “Why don’t I run to Starbucks and get you and Teagan some coffee. I think we owe you at this point.”

“That would be awesome. Thank you.”

Mitchell’s lips tightened. He’d probably have words with Marie behind closed doors about splurging on fourteen dollars’ worth of coffee for the people who’d just had a break from working their fingers to the bone for these projects. Whatever.

“You go ahead and get to work.” Marie nodded toward the NSFW Zone. “I’ll be back with coffee shortly.”

“Thank you.”

When I stepped into the Zone, the rest of the crew wasn’t here yet, but Teagan was, and she looked nearly as exhausted as she had when I’d last seen her.

“Hey,” I said. “Rough weekend?”

“Ugh.” She reached for her coffee cup. “Ever heard the phrase ‘so tired you can’t sleep’? That was me the last few days.”

“Really?” I shrugged off my jacket. “I don’t think I’ve ever experienced that.”

She glared at me. “Lucky bastard. I was too damned tired, and I couldn’t relax enough because I needed to get back and finish this.” She scowled and pointed at the model. Then she drained her coffee cup, tossed it into the trash and sighed. “So I take it you got some sleep?”

“Hours. In fact, I think I might have gotten some of your sleep rations. So sorry.”

“Fuck you.” She started to put a piece into place on the model but stopped, her eyes narrowing. She cocked her head. “Wait. Something’s not right here.”

“What do you mean?”

“You are way too chipper for—” Her eyes were suddenly huge. “You didn’t just sleep, did you?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Jon McNeill, you son of a bitch. You got laid, didn’t you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t even try to bullshit me.” She stepped closer and lowered her voice. “You scored, didn’t you?”

My jaw dropped. “What? What are you talking about?”

“You know. Scored. Had sex. Fucked. Got laid.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I know what it means. What makes you think I did?”

“Because I know you.”

“Yes, Teagan. You got me.” I draped my jacket over the back of my chair. “I spent fourteen blissful hours tangled up in the sheets with a couple of hookers named Sleep and Rest.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she said. “Come on, fess up. Your woman stayed over, didn’t she? I know she did because you have that smile on your face you only get when you’ve been getting laid.”

I laughed and shrugged. “Okay, so maybe I did.”

“Bastard.” She rolled her eyes. “Well, good for you. And all of us. You’re a much more tolerable human being when you—”