My Guilty Pleasure. Jamie Denton Ann

thing he became aware of was the leisurely sensation of her fingertips gliding lightly over his back. He moved off her, but pulled her close and dragged the bedclothes over their cooling bodies.

      She snuggled closer and he draped his leg over her hers. With her head nestled in the crook of his arm, he closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet, musky scent of their lovemaking.

      “Joey?”

      “Hmm?” she murmured drowsily. She wiggled closer, her backside rubbing enticingly against his groin.

      “I think it’s safe to say we just trashed our professional relationship.”