Free Crazy, Stupid Sex by Maisey Yates Page A

But whatever, man. I’m in no place to judge. I just begged for it in my place of business. And got it, I might add.” She lifted her shoulder and wiggled out of his hold, standing up and wobbling a bit. “Whoa.”
    “You don’t have to get off me.”
    “I’m on the clock. I kinda do.”
    “I think the boss would understand.”
    “The boss is showing questionable judgment today,” she said, picking her clothing off the floor and wiggling back into it.
    “Do you regret it?”
    She frowned. “No.”
    She should regret it. She should feel utterly weirded out, but she didn’t. She felt…fine. With all of it. And that made her feel a little giddy. And like maybe the app she was making was magic. Because somehow, all of the things in it had helped make her brave enough to do things she’d barely let herself fantasize about.
    “But I do have work to do,” she said. “That’s what you do when you have a job.”
    “Ah,” he said, standing up and tucking himself back into his pants.
    She almost couldn’t handle watching him redo his belt. Just looking at it made her a little shaky, in the best way.
    “You’ll get the hang of this work business.”
    “I guess I’ll have to.”
    “Yeah, you have to oversee me.” His expression turned to granite. Very sexy granite. “I guess I do.”
    “I assume I’ll be going to your house tonight after work,” she said.
    “Do you?”
    “Well, yes. I can’t only bang you during business hours. And I do intend to bang you again.”
    “That’s charming.”
    “Well, I thought so.”
    “Sure. How long do you want to go on with the…banging?” he asked.
    “Until I’ve fulfilled my contract,” she said. “How does that strike you?”
    He smiled and walked toward her, extending his hand. She put hers out, and he shook it. “You have yourself a deal.”

Chapter Seven
    Evie hadn’t arrived yet, and Caleb found himself feeling… nervous? Surely not that. He didn’t get nervous about whether or not a woman would show up for a date. For sex. It wasn’t even a date. He didn’t do dates.
    Hookups. He did hookups. And he didn’t feel even a little bit bad about it. Life was short—you had to live it while you could.
    Usually, he chose to live it with a different woman every night. But Evie was…available. Because he’d…gotten himself hired on at his father’s company so he could get a position in her office building.
    Whatever. She was around. And she was coming over.
    And if she wasn’t it didn’t matter, because he could get a woman whenever he needed one. Though, he’d never had an encounter with a woman quite like the one he’d had with Evie earlier today.
    Or on Friday night.
    He’d never been into tying women up, or screwing them in public. Hell, beds worked just fine for him, thanks. But she’d been so hot. So into it. It was like she was exploring her sexuality for the first time, and using him to help. And what guy wouldn’t get off on that?
    There was something about the way she wanted him, about her mixture of boldness, innocence and total sense of adventure that got to him. Made him crave more.
    But in order for him to get more, she had to show up. And he wanted her to. Okay, he needed her to. He could admit that much, even though it galled him.
    He didn’t do need. Or attachment. He wasn’t up to it. He had nothing to offer back. Woe to the person he needed because there was nothing he could do to adequately compensate them for fulfilling his needs.
    Yeah, he was good in bed, he knew that. But there was more to life than that. Or there was more to most people’s lives, anyway. In his life, that was basically the beginning and end of it. Which was fine.
    The doorbell rang and he strode toward the entry. “Thank God,” he muttered, jerking the door open. “You’re late,” he said, looking at the woman standing out there on the step.
    She was bar hookup Evie again. Not work Evie, in stretch pants and dorky T-shirt. She was wearing killer