Her fingers were busy on his shirt. He sprawled against the back of the couch, watching her work her way down his shirt and onto his belt through half-closed eyes. When she slid the zipper down on his pants, he stilled her hand. “I’ve had a long day.”
“Oh.” Disappointment shone in her green eyes.
He laced his fingers through hers, tugging her to her feet. “I think I’d do better in the bed. Just in case I fall asleep.”
Desire flickered again on her face. “I don’t think you’ll be falling asleep.”
“Really?” He backed her to the bed and gave her a light push, grinning when she bounced on top of the spread.
She raised her arms, holding them wide. “Not right away. After I’m through with you, though, you may wish you had tomorrow off.”
He dropped onto her, rolling them over and over the bed. The meeting with factory management flickered through his mind. No, he had to be there. But a few hours’ wrestling with his wife could only heighten his ability to negotiate the final terms. He buried his hands in her thick curls and prepared for the next day.
“MR. EDDINGTON? YOUR WIFE is here.”
Nick lifted his head from the budget report he’d been studying and frowned at Mildred, his secretary. “Caroline is here?”
He didn’t wait for her response, pushing his chair back and rushing across the room. Why was Caroline here in the middle of the week?
She rose from her seat on one of the soft chairs. “Hi, Nick.” Her cheeks were flushed and her voice sounded nervous.
“What are you doing here?” His hand cupped her elbow and he ran his gaze over her quickly.
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