Free Caroselli's Baby Chase by Michelle Celmer

start Monday, when her contract started. But it was interesting that Rob chose to bring it when he didn’t have to.
    “Thanks,” she said, and crossed the room to set it on the nightstand. But when she turned back around, Rob was no longer standing by the closet. He was in front of the bedroom door, blocking her only exit from the room. And he was wearing that look .
    All the parts of her that had been craving his touch shivered to attention. What on earth had possessed her to follow him in here? If there was a single worst place for them to be together, it was a bedroom.
    Rolling her eyes in response to the visual overture, she walked over to her bags and grabbed one that was filled with shoes. She went into the closet with it, found a good place to put them, then bent at the waist to unzip the bag—and not just because she was trying to make her butt look good either. One by one she pulled the shoes out, pairing them together on the floor.
    She heard him in the bedroom, just outside the closet, the hiss of his arms through the satin lining of his coat sleeves. Okay, so he was taking his coat off. That didn’t mean he would try anything. He had been the one to proclaim that it was over the other morning. What was he going to do? Break his own rules? Although it would be fun to turn the tables again and turn him down.
    She could do that. Right? All she had to do was call Alice and she would talk her out of it.
    Before she could make up her mind, she felt his hands slide around her hips, his fingers gripping as he rubbed his crotch across her behind. He was already noticeably turned on, and she wasn’t faring much better.
    “Really,” she said, looking back at him. “This is so…cliché.”
    “You’re one to talk.” He slid his fingers under the hem of her sweater, brushing them across her bare skin. “Besides, you didn’t seem to mind it like this the other night.”
    No, she hadn’t, had she? And it was very cliché of him to remind her.
    Where the hell was her phone? She needed to call Alice pronto.
    As she straightened up, he slid his hands around to her belly, pulling her back against him. Oh, that was nice. But not half as nice as when his hands slid up to cup her breasts a second after.
    She sighed and let her head drop back against his chest. “I distinctly recall your telling me that this was not going to happen again. And you were right.”
    “Well, I changed my mind.”
    “You can’t do that.”
    “I just did.” He tucked her hair to one side, kissed the back of her neck, the heat from his body melting her brain.
    “We’re coworkers,” she reminded him.
    “Technically we’re not. Not yet. Your contract doesn’t officially begin until Monday.”
    He made a valid point. And because they had already slept together, the pre-working-relationship part was already a lost cause. Right?
    So what was the big deal if they did it one more time? If she held it up beside the “big picture,” it was a tiny, tiny thing. Barely a blip. And why bother Alice when this was clearly going to be the last time?
    His hands were under her sweater now, his hot palms scorching a path across her skin. He nibbled the side of her neck, then sucked hard.
    A guy hadn’t given her a hickey since she was fifteen, but it was unbelievably erotic to think that he was marking her, branding her as his.
    She turned to face him, sliding her arms around his neck. “Okay, but just this one time, and that’s it.”
    “Agreed. Unless we have to do it again tomorrow, because it’s only Saturday. Then of course there’s Sunday…”
    “But not after Monday.”
    “Definitely.” He lifted her right off her feet and carried her to the bed. There was no better way to make a house feel like a home than to have really awesome sex in it.

Seven
    R ob tossed her not so gently onto the mattress and pulled his shirt up over his head.
    She pulled her shirt off, too, then her bra. “For the record, I still don’t like you.”
    “I