Six Degrees of Desperation (Dirty Tricks) Read Free Page B

no. No, not at all.” She
thought quickly. “I have a friend at the florist.” True, but not
the whole truth, unless Bunny had swung the other way and loved her
naked.
    “Oh, well. In that case…” Connor hooked her
elbow and dragged her into his arms, crushing the flowers and the
note card between them. “I’m on an errand in town and, since I
didn’t get to give you a proper good morning kiss, I thought I’d
stop by.”
    His lips descended over Charli’s, warm,
sensuous and oh, so wonderful. She melted into his arms, losing
herself in his embrace, heat building low in her belly, her pussy
dampening as his tongue slid between her teeth and claimed
hers.
    When he lifted his head, Connor gave a husky
laugh. “I should have known a kiss wouldn’t be enough.” He set her
away from his body and stared down at the bulge in his jeans. “You
make me crazy.”
    Still clutching the flowers, Charli forced a
laugh past her kiss-swollen lips. “Not nearly as much as you make
me.”
    “I should go.” He held out his hand for
hers.
    Charli reached for him with the hand still
holding the card.
    “What’s this?” Connor touched the paper
lodged between her fingers.
    Charli’s heartbeat fluttered against her
ribs, and she jerked her hand behind her back. “Just a note to
myself.” She fought to keep from freaking out. What if he demanded
to see the note? Obviously, he hadn’t sent the flowers, leaving
Original Sin as the mystery sender and penman of the Love you naked
note.
    “Let me see.” Connor held out his hand.
    Her first instinct was to shove the note
into her mouth and swallow it to keep Connor from discovering her
secret. But sure as she tried, she’d choke on it, he’d have to save
her, she’d be embarrassed and he’d see the note all nasty and damp
anyway.
    Charli reached out with her empty hand and
pulled Connor close. “I missed you, too.” She slipped her hand
behind him, sliding it into his back jeans pocket, tugging him
closer until the ridge of his fly dug into her belly. “Any chance
your lunch break is long enough to take up where we left off?” She
wiggled her hips, rubbing him suggestively.
    His fingers curled around her waist and he
held her still. “Don’t, unless you mean it.”
    What had started as a ploy to distract his
attention from the note had blown into full-fledged lust. Charli’s
body burned so hot she feared her clothes would catch fire.
Suddenly she couldn’t wait to get out of them and strip Connor
naked. “I mean it. Can you tell me that you can wait until three or
four o’clock in the morning to do this?” Charli stepped back, her
fingers going to the buttons on her shirt, flicking them open one
at a time. She led him toward her bedroom, her shirt falling to the
floor.
    “I really should get back to work. I have a
lot to do…” Connor’s voice faced off as Charli’s fingers closed
around the rivet at the waistband of her jeans. “Then again…” He
took one step forward.
    Charli’s smile broadened and she flipped
free the rivet. “Fifteen minutes, that’s all I’m asking. Otherwise
it’ll be the tiny hours of tomorrow morning before you see me like
this again.”
    Connor’s gaze rested on Charli’s fingers as
she slid down the zipper, exposing the black lace thong beneath.
His Adam’s apple rose and fell as he swallowed hard. “I guess I
could spare fifteen minutes.” He took another step, then
another.
    “You have to catch me first.” Charli
shimmied out of her jeans, turned and ran for the bedroom,
excitement bubbling up in her veins, a giggle rising from her
throat.
    “Game on,” Connor said behind her, a thud of
a boot hitting the floor followed by another before socked feet
pounded down the hallway after her.
    He caught her at the foot of her bed, lifted
her in the air, kissed her soundly, and then tossed her on the
mattress.
    Charli squealed as she landed then assumed
what she hoped was a sexy pose, wearing nothing but the black thong
and