Free A Will and a Way by Maggie Wells

lowered the glass, but he wasn’t fooled. Her eyes were warm and her mouth was slick. He wanted another kiss. Hard, hot, and deep. Deeper than the other night.
    The tip of her pink tongue darted out to catch the moisture from her lip. Her eyes never left his. She was every bit as aware of him as he was of her. Hell, if she didn’t act so skittish, he’d think she was deliberately baiting him.
    “I should get back to work.”
    He placed a hand on her arm, and the hectic color in her cheeks told him she felt the same wave of heat that washed through him. “Take the afternoon off.”
    “Will—”
    “Don’t think. Thinking about things only leads to disappointment.”
    The smile she gave him was wry, but her eyes sparkled with devilment. That was more like it. The air of recklessness she’d had the other night was back. All he wanted to do was add some kindling to that spark.
    “Tell me you didn’t go home and think about me.” The legs of her chair scraped the floor as she stood, but Will didn’t relinquish his hold on her. Instead, he slipped his hand down to her wrist and wrapped his fingers around her. Tight enough to let her know this time he wouldn’t let her escape as easily as she had before. Eventually, he rose, too. “Do you want me to believe you didn’t lay awake that night like I did? Are you going to pretend you weren’t every bit as hot as I was?”
    “I have a vibrator.”
    Her teeth clicked when she snapped her jaw shut. Her eyes widened enough to let him know she hadn’t planned to divulge that particular bit of information. In that same instant, he pictured this pretty, proper Southern belle buried in a mountain of frilly pillows on a bed draped in that gauzy mosquito netting crap, fucking herself with a dildo, and damn if it didn’t make him hard as a goddamn rock.
    He pulled her closer. “I may not vibrate, but I can guarantee that you won’t have to resort to using rubber dicks to get off if I’m around.” He lowered his head. Mouths millimeters apart, he held her gaze. “Say no now if you’re going to say it.”
    “This is such a bad idea.”
    “Wrong.” Bypassing her mouth, he trailed a line of tiny, fleeting kisses along her jaw. “It’s Fate.”
    “It’s foolish.”
    “You’re delicious.”
    Ducking his next attempt at a kiss, she danced just out of his reach as she tucked her hand into jacket pocket. “I’m sure you can find someone else to snack on.”
    She held a handful of pink message slips out like a shield. He caught sight of the word ‘Jennifer’ and then a phone number as he plucked them from her hand.
    “But you’re the one I want.”
    “For now.”
    Dropping the papers without a second glance, he closed the distance between them. The messages scattered at her feet. He wound his fingers in her hair and gave a gentle tug, holding her close to him. “I told you. I want you. You’re the one I can’t get out of my head.” He chuckled when a helpless little whimper escaped her. A shiver of anticipation raced down his spine.
    “I need this job, Will.”
    “This has nothing to do with the job. I’m talking about you and me. For as long as we want each other.”
    “Can it really be that simple?”
    “It can if you let it. We’re two adults giving full and conscientious consent to a sexual relationship. Either one of us can end this at any time. No harm, no foul. No lawsuits, no recriminations. That is, if you still want me.”
    “Yes.”
    She whispered his favorite word again. He tilted his head to reward her with the kiss they both wanted so damn bad, but she turned to give him her cheek. She was pink and sweet as a ripe peach. Her skin was warm against his lips. Damn, he needed to taste her. Now.
    But Betty planted a hand on his chest. “No hanky-panky here in the office.”
    Will laughed and slid his free hand up to claim one of her breasts. To his delight and amusement, Betty let out a scandalized gasp then arched her back, pushing into his