Cassie stretched out on the bed, the warm morning sun dancing across the white sheets. She watched as Damon pulled on his shirt, the muscles in his back flexing with each movement. A lazy smile played on her lips.
“You know,” she said, voice still husky from sleep, “you’re making it very hard to leave this bed.”
Damon turned, his tie dangling from his fingers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “That’s the idea.”
She laughed, pushing herself upright. “We have meetings today, Mr. Turner. Big, important meetings.”
He tossed the tie aside and climbed back into bed, capturing her mouth in a kiss that made her toes curl.
“Meetings can wait,” he murmured against her lips.
Cassie surrendered for a moment, lost in the feel of him, the taste of him. But reality tugged at her, and she pulled bac
