Max promised. “But it will seem like fifty.” “So, you’ll miss me.” She kissed his chest. “Only your body.” Max laughed and ran a hand along her bare back, his body exhausted yet still tingling after their most recent lovemaking. C.C. lay across his chest, her hair brushing his chin, her legs entwined with his. They’d spent the last three Saturdays this way. In bed. Naked. A man could get used to this. After their first night together, he’d packed a bag and only gone back to his own condo to pick up mail and fresh clothes. Max looked forward to the mundane tasks of grocery shopping, laundry, cooking—because C.C. was with him. “I wouldn’t go to Los Angeles if Rhyder didn’t think it was necessary. Costa Mesa Development wants to hear about what we’re doing here.” “I know.” She traced his left nipple with her finger. “I’d take you if I could.” He wanted her again. “Hmmm.” Her tongue flicked his nipple. “But you’d probably tie me to the bed and I wouldn’t get any work done.”
