Page 55 of Second Time Around

“I ... I’m not sure,” she said. “I have things I need to do before work. Errands.”

She didn’t want to stay with him. Now he wanted it more than ever. “You can leave at whatever hour you need to.”

“What time do you go to work?” She crossed her hands on his chest and propped her chin on them. The movement pressed her breasts against him in a way that made his cock stir.

“Whenever I feel like it.” He tucked his chin down to meet her gaze with a smile. “Sometimes it pays to be the CEO.”

“But when do you usually go?”

“Around seven.”

“I knew you were a workaholic,” she crowed. “You always pretended not to be in college, but you didn’t fool me. No one makes the dean’s list without doing the work.”

“Writing college essays was pleasure, not work. Most of the time.” He loved to dive into a piece of literature and roll around in it until it would reveal itself to him in some new and breathtaking way.

“Because you knew how to BS.”

“I’m offended. My essays were based on hours of research and analysis,” he said with a lifted eyebrow.

“You forget that I took a couple of the same classes you did. I could tell when you hadn’t read the material and were winging it in class discussions.”

“I’m pretty sure the professor could, too,” he admitted.

“But you had such a glib tongue that they let you get away with it.”

“Allow me to use my glib tongue to persuade you to stay until morning,” he said.

“Okay. Go ahead and tell me why I should stay.” Her expression was one of exaggerated anticipation.

“Oh, I’m not going to persuade you by talking.” And then he rolled them both over and slid down her body.