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It was complicated as hell.
A secret that could ruin us both.
But there wasn’t one single part of me that regretted it.
“I don’t know what’s better. You in a suit or you naked.” Preston walked up beside me and smoothed a hand down my back. “Both make me hard as a rock.”
Preston had clearly combed wet fingers through his hair in an effort to get it more presentable. He’d tucked his shirt into his pants, and while it was still wrinkled, he looked much more put together than he had leaving my bedroom.
“You’re good for my ego.”
“And you’re good for my dick.” He stepped into my side and rocked his erection up against me. “See. It likes you. A lot.”
My eyes dropped to his lips, and the horny little flirt licked them.
“Don’t start that again.”
“Start what?”
I chuckled and reached for the mug. “You know exactly what. I’ve got to go.”
Preston held up his palms. “I’m not stopping you.”
No, he wasn’t, but my willpower was quickly fading. The fact I was eventhinkingabout calling up and canceling my meeting was a testament to his power over me—something I was starting to suspect he knew.
“You’re fucking trouble.”
Preston waggled his brows. “Tell me you don’t like it.”
I opened my mouth about to tell him I liked it too damn much when my doorbell chimed loudly through the house.
Preston scoffed. “Saved by the bell?”
“One thing I can say about Benoit—he has impeccable timing.”
“Your meeting’s here?”
The slight panic on Preston’s face had my lips twitching.Not so bold now, are we?“No, we’re heading across town to meet a new client.”
“Oh, okay. So should I wait until you’re gone before?—”
I reached for his chin.“Only if you want to. But Benoit knows.”
“He does?”
“I needed someone to confess my”—I brushed my lips over his—“desiresto.”
“Oh fuck.” Preston sighed and melted into me. “I wanna hear them.”
I nipped at his lower lip then let him go. “I’m sure you do. But right now, you need to get going, and so do I.”
The doorbell chimed again as a text lit up my phone on the counter.
“What is it with impatient people ringing my doorbell this week?”
Preston shrugged, but smiled playfully as he took a sip of his coffee and we headed out of the kitchen. When we reached the foyer, I took Preston’s coat from the rack and tossed it to him.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stand here again without getting a hard-on.”
