Dear Jane (Animal Attraction) by Marissa Clarke

Author:Marissa Clarke [Clarke, Marissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: matchmaker, Romance, coworkers, Entangled, forbidden romance, contemporary romance, friends to lovers, Marissa Clarke, category, Lovestruck
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-01-09T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Eric laughed so hard, his stomach hurt. The look of horror on Jane’s face when that bottle landed in his lap was epic…and adorable. And then the sponge routine with the fluffy pillow: too cute.

“There are better ways to cool things down,” he said, catching his breath.

She sat facing him on the coffee table, covered her face, and groaned. “That wasn’t my intention at all.”

He stood and pulled her to her feet in front of him. “Good, because it didn’t work.” He gestured to the erection tenting his beer-soaked pants. “I offer into evidence, Exhibit A.”

“No objection,” she said with a smile.

Palm on her shoulder, he guided her to lie back on the sofa, then sat on the edge, skimming his fingers over her smooth, beer-splattered skin. He traced up her body to the hollow of her throat, which moved when she swallowed. Her pupils had expanded, her blue irises reduced to narrow rings. He’d dreamed this. Fantasized it as she’d walked down the hallway, oblivious he even existed. And now, here he was, living that dream. “Moving too fast?”

She laughed. “Are you kidding? We’ve been having foreplay for a month now, and I didn’t even realize it.”

“I did.” He drew his fingers back down, between her breasts and over her bra clasp, which would only be serving its intended function a few more minutes, across her abdomen to her jeans. When he popped the button, she gasped, and he got even harder.

She reached up and ran her hands over his chest. “Your shirt’s wet.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to her ear. “I’ll lay odds your panties are wet.”

She said in mock horror, “Oh my God. Who are you? What have you done with attorney Eric Blackwell?”

“Eric Blackwell needed a recess.”

“He also needs to take his shirt off.” She fumbled and eventually removed his tie. He sat patiently as she undid his dress shirt buttons, then stripped off his shirt. “Damn.” She ran her hands over his chest and down over his abs. He knew what she saw. He’d worked hard on his body. Other than movie night with Jane, it was the one indulgence he allowed outside of work: a quick, intense workout every day before work. It kept him sane. Watching her as she explored him, though, was an added benefit.

“Who knew,” she said, “that diligent, hard-working, quiet, Eric Blackwell, Esquire, was a hot, sexy man.”

“You knew,” he challenged.

She ran her thumb over his lips. “What other secrets do you have?”

He trapped her wrist and sucked her thumb into his mouth, circling it with his tongue until she moaned and he released her. “I have a thing for crossword puzzles.” He pushed her back down to her back on the sofa. “And chocolate chip ice cream.” He ran his hands up her ribs. And you, he thought as he undid the clasp on the front of her bra. I have a serious thing for you, Jane Dixon.

…

I am so screwed, Jane thought as Eric unsnapped her bra and placed his warm palms over her breasts.

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