Three Little Words (Fool's Gold #12)(52)

She took the offered mug, then glanced down and realized he was not only naked but erect. Anticipation sent heat rushing all through her.

She turned, set down the coffee, dropped her robe on the floor and stepped into his arms. He was kissing her and moving her back at the same time.

After he shoved the coffee to the back of the vanity, he lifted her up to the counter and spread her legs. She reached between them and guided him inside.

He filled her in a single stroke.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and nibbled at his jaw. “Hard,” she instructed, already halfway to her release. “Don’t hold back.”

“You’re my kind of girl.”

She brought his hands to her br**sts and arched her head back. As he pumped in and out, he squeezed her ni**les. Less than a minute later, she was flying, crying out her release. He followed quickly.

When they were done, they stayed where they were, trying to catch their breath.

“You’re going to kill me,” he told her.

“Is that a complaint?”

He grinned and kissed her. “No. It’s a challenge.”

* * *

FORD SPUN SLOWLY in his seat. Justice looked up from his notes.

“Are we keeping you from something?”

“Nope,” Ford said easily, doing his best not to grin. Mostly because he didn’t want questions, but if ever there was a morning to be a happy guy, this was it.

Isabel had been a revelation. Sweet and sexy. When she’d come apart in his arms... He shook his head. There weren’t any words. He just knew it was the best feeling ever.

Consuelo looked at him. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“You’re too happy. It’s annoying.”

Angel grunted. “You were supposed to have dinner with Clyde and his wife last night. He’s a potential client.”

“More than potential now,” Ford told him. “He’s coming in later to sign on the dotted line.”

He reached for a sheet of paper, crumpled it up and tossed it into the trash can. “Score one for me.”

“That was your handout for the meeting,” Justice told him.

“I’ll share with someone else.”

Consuelo continued to glare at him. “I’m going to hurt you later.”

As they had a workout planned at three that afternoon, there was every chance she was telling the truth. Not that he cared. He could still please Isabel with a broken leg or arm.

Once she’d figured out the whole point of sex, she hadn’t been able to get enough. They’d reached for each other again and again in the night. And that morning—talk about hot.

What he couldn’t believe was that no one had bothered to take the time to figure out how to please her. She wasn’t especially difficult; she was just inexperienced. He supposed Eric had something of an excuse, but what about the other guys?

Idiots, he told himself.

He should go online and find her some toys. Nothing that would freak her out, but a few fun things. He had a feeling she would enjoy playing, as would he.

Angel crumpled up his notes and made a basket into the trash can. Justice snapped his laptop shut.

“What about the meeting?” Consuelo asked.

“There’s an assembly at Lillie’s school. I’d rather be there than dealing with these two.” He motioned to Ford and Angel.

“So I’m in charge?” Consuelo asked, sounding pleased.

“No blood, no dead bodies, no broken bones.”

“You’re limiting my fun.”

“We’re still business partners. If you kill them, it’s more work for you.” Justice walked out of the conference room.

Ford heard footsteps in the hallway; then Justice said, “He’s back in there.”

Was Isabel looking for him? He got up and hurried out the door, only to find Leonard walking toward him.

“Hey,” he said, nodding at his friend. “What’s up?”

“Is there a place we can talk?”

“Sure.” He motioned to his office, two doors down. “Everything okay?”

“Fine.”

Leonard followed him inside, then shut the door. He pushed up his glasses and cleared his throat. “I want to start working out.”

Ford leaned against his desk. “Sure. That’s easy. Have you joined a gym?”

“I’m going to, but I thought maybe you could give me some lessons or something. Tell me what I need to be doing.” Leonard’s face crumpled. “Maeve mentioned that you looked good. When I pressed her, she made a comment about...” He swallowed. “Your butt.”

Ford raised his eyebrows and held up his hands. “Look, there’s absolutely nothing going on between Maeve and me. I haven’t seen her since you were in the hospital.”

“I know that,” his friend told him. “I’m not saying there is. But look at you. You’re a SEAL and I’m an accountant. I want her to talk about my butt.”

Ford saw the combination of love and worry in Leonard’s eyes. “Easy enough. You don’t look like you need to lose any weight.”

Leonard slapped his stomach. “I could lose ten. Maybe fifteen, but what I mostly need is to put on some muscle. Can you help with that?”