My eyes drifted up to where Connor stood on the ladder.

I knew he could turn at any second, catching me as I shamelessly ogled his perfect ass, but the thought of getting caught only made my panties dampen.

His biceps bulged as he carefully reattached the fallen shelf bracket. A patch of skin peeked at me from beneath his rolled shirtsleeve, revealing tattooed swoops and scales of some sort. Was it a dragon, a koi fish? My fingers itched to reach out and roll the sleeve the rest of the way, to run my fingers up his rippling biceps and reveal all his secrets.

I whipped around to face my desk as he descended the ladder.

If Connor thought it was odd that shit was always breaking in my office, he had never said so. Either he hadn’t noticed, or he’d been too polite to call me out on what... Read More