He shook his head. ‘What happened to that business-first bitch I fell in love with?’

She placed her foot between his legs, probing. ‘She loves it when you talk dirty.’

‘But – ’

‘Forget it, Baskin. I’m not leaving my husband for even a moment.’

He groaned. ‘Look, we have three weeks together. If I spend twenty-four hours a day with you for three weeks, you’ll drive me nuts. For my sake, go. Go to the meeting. You’re already getting to be a pest.’

‘Smooth talker. No wonder I fell for you.’ She leaned forward and massaged his powerful legs. ‘Did I ever tell you that you have great legs?’

‘Frequently. And what’s with all the compliments? You trying to give me a swollen head?’

Her foot circled and then rested against him. ‘Feels to me like I already have.’

He looked properly shocked. ‘That kind of language from last year’s businesswoman of the year? I’m stunned, ashamed… and aroused. Mostly aroused.’

She moved closer to him, her full firm bosoms pressing against his chest. ‘Why don’t we do something about that?’

‘Only if you promise to meet with the Peterson Group afterwards.’

Her lips found his ear. ‘Sometimes I don’t understand you,’ she whispered. ‘Men are supposed to feel threatened by a woman with a career.’

‘A very successful career,’ he corrected proudly. ‘And if I was one of those men, you would have dumped me long ago.’

‘Never,’ she said softly, ‘but if I do go, how will you keep yourself occupied while I’m gone?’

He cupped her buttocks in his strong hands and lifted her on top of him, his lips inches from her nipple. ‘I’ll shoot some hoops,’ he said. ‘Like you said before, I’m out of shape. Do you promise or not?’

She felt his breath on her skin. ‘Men, They’re always using their bodies to get their way.’