I wasn’t going to invite him inside. I really wasn’t. But when I saw him standing there in the rain, just staring at the apartment building a few doors down, the water streaking off his coat, rolling off his hard hat…well, it made me want him to bend me over the counter again.
Now that I’ve got him inside and mostly naked, he’s not bending me over the counter, so much as trailing behind me, drooling and shivering. I shove him into my bed and pull the covers up from the foot of the bed, where they’re still bunched from when I climbed out this morning.
My bedroom is the only messy place in my house. In my universe, really. I keep everything else strategically, painstakingly organized. But this room? Nobody is ever in here. My housekeeper doesn’t even come in here. This king-sized bed is
