“You haven’t had any pets since you got here, have you? We’re not going to find their bones?”
“Ass.” She throws a magazine at me, but she’s smiling.
I’ve been ordered to not help, and I’m happy enough to watch.
She bends over, I see the backs of her legs and fantasize about her ass.
She squats facing me, and I get to see her cleavage.
It’s foreplay.
The kind where I’m already hard as granite and will be ripping her dress off her the moment she’s ready.
“Some people work better after sex,” I tell her. “Maybe we should see if that’s true for you.”
She ignores me, but she does turn around and bend over again, this time shaking her ass at me.
“I love you, you little tease,” I murmur.
She peeks at me from between her legs, a wide, pink-cheeked, sparkly-eyed, upside-down smile my reward.
“What’s that?” she says. “You love me being a tease?”
“I loveyou, even when you’re a tease.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it.
I’d rather watch Ginny watching me watch her shake her ass.
“All that blood’s gonna rush to your head and you’re gonna fall over into your mess and I’ll never be able to find you,” I tell her.
“Maybe this is a test to see if you’ll swim in and save me,” she replies with a grin, still upside down, now inching her dress higher to show me more of the backs of her legs.
My phone stops, but starts immediately again.
Her brows pinch together.
Mine do too.
Dammit.
“If Zander’s having boyfriend trouble, he’s on his own this time,” I mutter as I pull my phone out.
But it’s not Zander.
It’s my agent.
I sit straighter.
Ginny snaps back to upright and immediately sways.
I’m stifling a snort of laughter as I leap off the bed and steady her. “Told you so.”
“Dick,” she says without any heat while she stares distantly like she’s letting the dots clear from her vision.
She’s the best.
My favorite person in the universe.