I lean over Cade’s shoulder, pretending I’m looking at something he’s showing me on the computer.
“See,” Cade says, pointing at a blank cell on an Excel spreadsheet.
“Oh, I get it.”
Jed walks in and stops in his tracks, taking in our positions. “Figures you two would get all hot over numbers.” He rounds Cade’s desk, never looking at the screen before plopping down in his chair.
If he only knew that Cade’s d**k is very hard under this desk because moments ago, his hands were on my breasts. I’d very much like them there again. His whole heroic act of saving me while I was doing the awning shouldn’t turn me on, but call me a damsel because it kind of warmed me that he was protective.
“I’m starved. Want me to make you something in the kitchen?” Cade asks.
Since Jed’s presence never sits
