pictures. The pics show up on social media. We repost and retweet over and over. People say what a nice guy you are, how much they love you, and voilà! You become a different man.”
“But that’s not me,” he said.
“It doesn’t matter,” Malin said. “Do you really think people know who you are now?”
Thom groaned as he stretched out on the bed, pulling a pillow over his head. “If I just stay here, maybe it will all just go away.”
She slid down beside him and gently pulled the pillow back. “Try to stay positive about this,” she said.
It was something his brother Tris would have said. He smiled at her, at the earnest expression on her face, at the notion that she could possibly turn him into a different man. Did she even realize the depth of the task she’d agreed to do? Thom reached out and cupped her cheek with his palm.
The moment he touched her, the impulse to take more was impossible to deny. He wanted to kiss her, to pull her slender body against his. Thom knew he should fight it, had just decided he wasn’t going seduce her again. But the desire between them offered a comfort and clarity he hadn’t known in far too long.
He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his face. “We probably shouldn’t do this,” he whispered.
“I don’t have a concussion,” she said. “I’m in full possession of my faculties.” She frowned. “That doesn’t sound right. My facilities? Is that it?” Malin paused. “Maybe I do have a concussion.”
He chuckled, dropping a quick kiss on her lips. “The doc said you don’t have a concussion.”
“So there’s no reason we can’t do this,” she said.
“There are a million and one reasons,” Thom countered.
“What if we can come up with one good reason to continue?” Malin asked.
“Oh, I can do that.”
“All right, what is it?”
Thom wasn’t used to talking about sex, and the idea of putting his desires into words was a bit intimidating. That was better left to poets and songwriters.
“Tell me,” she whispered.
“Because it would be as close to perfect as I could ever hope to come,” he said.
“You?”
“No, you,” he said. “You’re way out of my league, Ms. Pedersen.”
Malin stared at him for a long moment, then pushed him back into the bed and crawled on top of him. Her legs straddled his waist, and she ran her palms over his chest. Thom held his breath, wondering where she planned to take this next.
She urged him to sit up, then reached for the hem of his T-shirt. When it was off, she tossed it across the room. Malin wasn’t leaving any doubt about her intentions, because next she tugged her shirt off and threw it on top of his.
Thom had been with a lot of different women, but he couldn’t remember ever feeling so nervous about the prospect of a full-on seduction. In the past, it had always been about pleasure and release, nothing beyond a physical attraction.
But from the moment he’d first seen Malin in that conference room, he’d been intrigued. Was it simply because an affair with her was dangerous? If anyone found out, it would most definitely end his career with the Blizzard. Or was there something more complicated at work?
She wore a lacy white bra beneath the loose top, and he became fascinated by the delicate edge lying against the soft flesh of her breast. Thom wanted to take in the simple details of her skin, to appreciate the beauty of her body. For the first time, he wanted to slow down and enjoy every moment.
It took forever to get them both undressed, and yet he couldn’t imagine it any other way. They were too curious about each revelation. Her slender body reacted to every one of his touches, and her pale skin was like silk beneath his fingertips.
When she was completely naked, he pressed her back onto the bed and let his gaze drift down her body. He traced a line with his finger from her bottom lip to her neck
“But that’s not me,” he said.
“It doesn’t matter,” Malin said. “Do you really think people know who you are now?”
Thom groaned as he stretched out on the bed, pulling a pillow over his head. “If I just stay here, maybe it will all just go away.”
She slid down beside him and gently pulled the pillow back. “Try to stay positive about this,” she said.
It was something his brother Tris would have said. He smiled at her, at the earnest expression on her face, at the notion that she could possibly turn him into a different man. Did she even realize the depth of the task she’d agreed to do? Thom reached out and cupped her cheek with his palm.
The moment he touched her, the impulse to take more was impossible to deny. He wanted to kiss her, to pull her slender body against his. Thom knew he should fight it, had just decided he wasn’t going seduce her again. But the desire between them offered a comfort and clarity he hadn’t known in far too long.
He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his face. “We probably shouldn’t do this,” he whispered.
“I don’t have a concussion,” she said. “I’m in full possession of my faculties.” She frowned. “That doesn’t sound right. My facilities? Is that it?” Malin paused. “Maybe I do have a concussion.”
He chuckled, dropping a quick kiss on her lips. “The doc said you don’t have a concussion.”
“So there’s no reason we can’t do this,” she said.
“There are a million and one reasons,” Thom countered.
“What if we can come up with one good reason to continue?” Malin asked.
“Oh, I can do that.”
“All right, what is it?”
Thom wasn’t used to talking about sex, and the idea of putting his desires into words was a bit intimidating. That was better left to poets and songwriters.
“Tell me,” she whispered.
“Because it would be as close to perfect as I could ever hope to come,” he said.
“You?”
“No, you,” he said. “You’re way out of my league, Ms. Pedersen.”
Malin stared at him for a long moment, then pushed him back into the bed and crawled on top of him. Her legs straddled his waist, and she ran her palms over his chest. Thom held his breath, wondering where she planned to take this next.
She urged him to sit up, then reached for the hem of his T-shirt. When it was off, she tossed it across the room. Malin wasn’t leaving any doubt about her intentions, because next she tugged her shirt off and threw it on top of his.
Thom had been with a lot of different women, but he couldn’t remember ever feeling so nervous about the prospect of a full-on seduction. In the past, it had always been about pleasure and release, nothing beyond a physical attraction.
But from the moment he’d first seen Malin in that conference room, he’d been intrigued. Was it simply because an affair with her was dangerous? If anyone found out, it would most definitely end his career with the Blizzard. Or was there something more complicated at work?
She wore a lacy white bra beneath the loose top, and he became fascinated by the delicate edge lying against the soft flesh of her breast. Thom wanted to take in the simple details of her skin, to appreciate the beauty of her body. For the first time, he wanted to slow down and enjoy every moment.
It took forever to get them both undressed, and yet he couldn’t imagine it any other way. They were too curious about each revelation. Her slender body reacted to every one of his touches, and her pale skin was like silk beneath his fingertips.
When she was completely naked, he pressed her back onto the bed and let his gaze drift down her body. He traced a line with his finger from her bottom lip to her neck
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