Chick with a Charm by Vicki Lewis Thompson

was the least she could do.
    As he had the last time, he entered her while the walls of her vagina were still flexing with her climax. The exquisite timing of his penetration meant that with each stroke, he took her surely and confidently back up the mountain she’d so recently hurtled down.
    Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist, increasing the friction.
    “Yeah, like that. Good.” He pumped faster, his big hands clutching her tight so the force of his thrusts wouldn’t send her sliding right across the counter into the large wall mirror behind her.
    She gasped, ready to fly apart once again. “Griffin, I’m—”
    “Me, too, babe.” He increased the pace a fraction more. “Ah yes.”
    “I’m coming!”
    With a shout, Griffin pushed deep one last time and held her tight as his large body quaked and his chest heaved. Through it all he held her gaze, as if keeping that connection was even more important than keeping the tight connection between their bodies.
    When they’d both caught their breath, he withdrew and disposed of the condom. Then he picked her up and carried her to bed.
    Her back to him, she snuggled against him, spoon fashion. “Now we’ll sleep.” Her eyes drifted closed.
    “Maybe.” He tucked her in close and cupped her breast. “No guarantees. I seem to be obsessed with you.”
    Her eyes snapped open and she stared into the darkness. Then she told herself to relax. The novelty would wear off and then he’d be more like a regular boyfriend, one who liked sex but could do without it sometimes so that each of them could get on with their normal routine. At least she hoped it would work out that way.

Chapter 7
    After years of needing to be at the office before nine, Griffin had trained himself to wake up at seven, which he did, right on schedule. Waking up naked wasn’t unusual—he wasn’t a pajama kind of guy—but waking up with a naked woman on a weekday wasn’t his usual pattern.
    After the first jolt of surprise he felt a sense of rightness, as if he was supposed to be here with Lily this morning. He might just call in sick to the office. Sure, he had the Altman hearing this morning, but he could ask Kevin to handle that for him. Estelle Altman should be fine with that.
    Propping himself up on one elbow, he gazed at Lily, who was still fast asleep. If he remembered correctly, her shift at the Bubbling Cauldron didn’t begin until four in the afternoon. She was probably used to staying up late and sleeping in. He didn’t want to disturb that routine.
    Naturally, though, as he watched her sleep he got a hard-on. He briefly considered waking her up so they could have sex again, but that seemed like a damned selfish thing to do, no matter how much he wanted to. Besides, if he played his cards right, he might be able to spend most of the day in bed with her.
    He’d sacrifice short-term for long-term gain. She would probably sleep for at least another couple of hours. That left him plenty of time to prepare for a day of hanging out with Lily.
    Something niggled at him, a thought having to do with his original plan regarding Lily. Had he figured on one night with her to get her out of his system? If so, he’d seriously miscalculated. He had no intention of ending this relationship after one night.
    In fact, he had no intention of ending this relationship anytime soon. That was weird, because Lily was no more right for him today than she’d been yesterday, and yet he couldn’t imagine giving her up. Eventually he would have to, but not in the near future.
    That being the case, he needed to take a cab home, grab a change of clothes and come right back. He’d borrow her key. Maybe he should have an extra one made while he was at it. That would simplify things, because he expected to spend quite a bit of time in her apartment.
    Moving carefully so as not to disturb her, he climbed out of bed and gathered his clothes and shoes. Then he crept, naked, into the living room and was