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“Yeah. I like you.” Jamie grinned broadly. “And I do still really want to fuck you on the couch.”

Laughing, Siena shook her head. She was about to step back and walk away but Jamie pulled her back with a sharp tug on her hand. This time when their mouths met, it was all heat.

“I wasn’t kidding.”

“Jamie,” Siena said against Jamie’s lips. “It’s the middle of the day.”

“You cancelled your next appointment.”

Siena groaned. So this wouldn’t even be a quickie. “But I still have work to do.”

“Won’t it be easier if you’re relaxed?” Jamie nipped at Siena’s lower lip, sucking on it, scraping it with her teeth.

Groaning, Siena moved in closer. She put her arms against Jamie’s back and held on tightly, not quite sure what to do next. But fuck if she didn’t think that Jamie was right. Not that she’d admit that, and definitely not now. Jamie didn’t need to add to her cockiness in any way, shape, or form.

“We have work to do,” Siena muttered.

“Tell Paula to set up a meeting with Bunny and Piper. I’ll interview them with the questions we’d talked about before, and then we’ll publish that. Immediately.”

Siena pulled away slightly. “You want to go back to that?”

“Well, I want to ask one question, but you told me no.”

“What question?” Siena asked.

“Now why would I tell you that? Give me permission to askit, and you’ll find out what it is. If not, the others will be good enough to get done what we need done.”

We.That word felt amazing coming out of Jamie’s mouth. They were actually working together on this. Like they did on the fake engagement. This was what that should have felt like.

“God, you’re sexy.” Siena covered Jamie’s mouth with her own. She tilted her head back and started to walk toward the couch, pushing Jamie along with her as she went. Siena dropped her hand down Jamie’s front and over her scrumptious breasts. “And whatever put it in your head to wear this today?”

She found the edge of Jamie’s dress, which rode up high on her thighs, and she tugged it up. Jamie moaned, intensifying her kisses with a fury that Siena hadn’t been prepared for. It stole her breath the instant Jamie started.

“It was the only thing clean,” Jamie mumbled against Siena’s mouth before pulling back with a glint in her eye. She put her hands on Siena’s shoulders and pushed her backward.

Siena let herself fall onto the seat of the couch with a little bounce. She grinned up at Jamie as she pulled her dress up and over her ass to her waist. The thong she wore was black and lace, and it framed Jamie’s body perfectly.

“Is that also because it’s laundry day?” Siena couldn’t move her gaze from between Jamie’s legs.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Jamie straddled Siena’s hips, her knees pressing against Siena’s side as she sat fully on top of Siena’s lap. “When’s the interview?”

Siena sputtered for words. Thank fuck Jamie hadn’t tried this method of getting her to agree to stuff before today, because it was absolutely working in Jamie’s favor. “They have a concert coming up.”

“When’s the interview, Siena?” Jamie took Siena’s hand in her own and purposely moved it to the inside of her thigh.

Siena’s heart raced. Jamie’s skin was so warm and smooth.Her breathing came in ragged gasps that she definitely couldn’t control. Jamie pushed Siena’s fingers under the swatch of fabric, and Siena groaned at just how warm and wet she was.

“Fuck,” Siena mumbled. She’d missed this. She’d wanted this. She took over the touches, sliding her fingers against Jamie and pressing her clit between her middle and pointer fingers. Siena started to scissor them back and forth, catching Jamie as she rocked into Siena when the sensations hit her. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”

“All for you, baby,” Jamie mumbled against Siena’s ear before nipping at her lobe. “Fuck me already.”

Siena peppered Jamie’s chest with kisses, the sweater fabric rough against her skin. Jamie undulated her hips back and forth against Siena’s hand as Siena continued to scissor her clit.

“When’s the interview?” Jamie hissed out, her head falling back as her hips jerked suddenly.

Siena couldn’t think. How the hell could Jamie? She was so damn focused on what she was doing, on what was happening. Siena bit her lip, looking down at her hand and the way Jamie’s body moved against her.

“Siena…” Jamie said. “When’s the interview?”