She squeezed her eyes shut. Breathe. Just breathe, she reminded herself. Last night had been a hundred times more wonderful than anything she’d ever dreamed. And here she was, still in Clay’s bed. This had to be a good thing, right? She’d overheard Hunt and other members of the security team grousing about predawn pickup and deliveries. Georgie couldn’t remember Clay spending the night with anyone but Giselle. Which meant she shouldn’t make more out of this than it was. A one-night stand. An anomaly. An error in judgment... No. She refused to think that. The things they’d done last night had not been a mistake.
“You’re thinking too loudly.”
Georgie startled and flipped over to stare at Clay. His warm brown eyes appeared sleepy and amused. And there was something she couldn’t quite identify lurking in his gaze—something that flushed her skin and made her want to snuggle up with him under the covers.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
His mouth quirked into a smile and she really wanted to lean up to kiss his lips. Before she could act on the urge, Clay cupped her cheek and tugged her closer. Their lips met, his nibbling hers before he swiped his tongue over them, teasing until she opened her mouth. His tongue dipped between her lips to taste her and Georgie almost choked. Mortified, she pulled away and put her hand over her mouth.
Clay stared at her, clearly confused. “Sweet pea?”
“Um...mrmingbrth.”
“What?”
She ducked her head and tried not to exhale when she spoke. “Morning breath.”
His eyes widened slightly and then he guffawed. “Honey, I haven’t exactly brushed my teeth, either.” Still laughing, Clay rolled over, pinning her to the bed and kissing her soundly. Breathless, and far more aroused than she should be, Georgie pushed against his chest—ineffectually. He held her close until her arms crept around his neck and she arched closer.
Long minutes later he raised his head. “I think we need a shower. And a toothbrush.” He winked and laughed at her outraged expression before kissing her again. “C’mon. Then I’ll buy you coffee.”
Georgie groaned. Coffee. Up until now she hadn’t necessarily believed there could be life before coffee. Clay had definitely disproved that theory. “Yes. Caffeine. I needs it, my preciousssss.”
Clay insisted his shower was big enough for two, and darn if it wasn’t. That built-in bench had uses Georgie had never considered. Leaving her almost too boneless to wash her hair after making love to her, Clay stepped out while she finished. It wasn’t until she was out of the shower and wearing an oversize terry-cloth robe that Georgie panicked. She peeked out the door.
“Clay?”
“Mmm?”
“I don’t have any clothes here. Well...except for my formal.”
He flashed a grin so wicked her knees threatened to buckle. “Damn. That’s too bad, sweet pea. Guess we need to head back to bed then.”
“Clay!”
“Mmm?”
She threw up her hands. “Argh!”
Laughing, he disappeared into his walk-in closet. A few moments later he reappeared wearing jeans slung low on his hips and carrying something. “You’ll probably have to roll up the sweatpants, but they should fit well enough. The shirt will swamp you but with one of my jackets over it, no one will notice.”
“Um, can’t we just go to my place so I can change?”
He waggled his brows. “You gonna wear my robe?”
“Oh. Yeah. No.”
“Get dressed, Georgie.”
“Yes, boss.”
She snagged her panties off the floor and ducked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Sinking onto the toilet, she fought the urge to put her head between her knees. No panicking. Yes, he was her boss. Bosses dated employees all the time. But he was a senator. And she was a senior member of his staff and...and...
Georgie gave up when she stopped breathing. Dropping her head, she forced air into her lungs. She didn’t hear the door open and didn’t realize Clay was there until he was kneeling in front of her.
“Sweet pea, what’s wrong?”
“I...we...can’t...”
“Shhh. Yes, we can. Trust me. I’ve had this argument for months now. We’re both adults. We’re both professional.” He took one of her hands in his big one and cupped her cheek with his other. “I’m going to be honest here, Georgie. I don’t do commitment.”
Her heart sank.
“Giselle was...convenient.”
Georgie pressed her lips together so Clay couldn’t see them tremble and buried her free hand in the fluffy robe for the same reason.
“You aren’t.”