Free The Scale (Martha's Way) by Mika Jolie

The
need to touch him overtook her once more, just to make sure he was real, of
course. She paused and frowned, mulling over whether she should give in to the
temptation.
    “Go ahead.”
    Horrified, she jumped with embarrassment and dropped the
cover back over his erection. She looked at the man lying next to her. He had
that familiar disarming smile again even as his eyes came to rest on her full
breasts, reminding her once again she was naked.
    Very naked.
    She pulled the cotton cover as high as it could possibly go,
up to her chin. In reality, she wanted to bury her entire body under the covers,
head included. But instead, she looked and tried with all her might to focus
her attention on the immaculate room.
    “I need my clothes.” Her voice was surprisingly calm. The
fact that her heart was racing with so many feelings she didn’t dare try to
decipher was another matter.
    “Where are you going?” His voice was slightly hoarse from
sleep, but still held that teasing hint from last night. He shifted his weight
to one side to face her. “Looking at my bedroom will not make me vanish.”
    Minka bit her lower lip as she continued to look around the
room.
    Please make him go
away, please make him go away.
    “Look at me.” Although his tone was amiable, it carried a
level of authority. She tried her best to ignore the order but aware of his
scrutiny, she gradually turned to meet his gaze.
    Yup, he was gorgeous.
    Through lowered lashes, she watched him use one arm to
support his head. He smiled at her; his gorgeous eyes sparkled with mischief.
    “Where are you going?” he repeated the question. Softer, gentler. “What’s the rush?” His free hand ran along
her arm, sending sparks of electricity through her.
    She brushed his hand away.
    “I have to meet Keely.” It was true. She’d agreed to spend
the day ahead with Keely.
    “I want another round.”
    “I don’t,” she said firmly.
    She was officially a liar.
    If she was trying to bruise his ego, she failed miserably
because he chuckled before leaning forward to place light butterfly kisses on
her exposed arms. His lips felt so good against her skin. Oh, she wanted more,
but of course she couldn’t allow herself to admit or act upon that feeling.
    “Liar,” he said with a grin, calling her on her lie.
    “I don’t lie,” she retorted, but not quite in a convincing
tone. She blamed the soft, wonderful kisses he was placing on her arm for her
inability to resist or think. He chuckled at her words, obviously seeing through
her most blatant lie yet.
    “Hmm, then admit it.” He reached over to place a hand
between her legs. She wanted to fight him, she really did. Yet, she found her
legs parting for him, allowing him full access to her core. He gave her a
victorious smile.
    “I’m really good at morning sex,” he whispered in her ear,
his fingers gently massaging her folds.
    Minka sucked in a deep breath. That quickly, her body had
betrayed her. To a complete stranger, no less. A
little voice called reason reminded her technically he was no longer in the
complete stranger category but she brushed that thought aside. Besides, she was
busy toying with the idea of actually having one last tryst with him.
    “Listen, I have to go.” Still, she made no attempt to move.
    “What time do you have to meet?” he asked, slipping a finger
inside her.
    Wow, that feels good.
    “I’m late.” She was really finding it hard to talk with his
fingers between her legs. Inside her.
    “Then cancel.”
    He sat up, leaned forward and took one full breast into his
mouth, then sucked gently on her nipple.   “One more time, then I’ll let you go,” he said against her breast, his
breath warm against her skin.
    She let out a deep breath. Her body was screaming yes, she
wanted him, wanted whatever he was offering but she also knew she couldn’t
ignore her plans with Keely. Even if she wasn’t looking forward to endless
hours of her sister’s chatter about her wedding