Vanessa
“It could have been worse,” Magnum says, cradling my head in his hand as he helps me rinse the conditioner from my hair. “You totally protected me.”
I snort. “You were awake before I was.”
“Yeah, but you hopped right up, covering me with your body like a human shield. You had no fear. It was crazy hot.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely, princess.” He grinds his half-hard cock against my stomach. “And you got me a job. You’re a killer negotiator.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Did he say you were hired? I thought that was still up for discussion over breakfast.”
“Nah, I’m a shoo-in. We’re staying optimistic.” He chuckles, pulling me up and out of the spray of water. “Goddamn, Vanessa. You’re so fucking pretty.”
My eyes dart away, and I shake my head. “I look like a drowned rat.”
“Not even close.” He dips his head, kissing me tenderly.
I’m so lost to the meeting of our mouths that I barely register when my back lands against the cool tile of the shower wall.
Magnum’s warm, slick skin pushing against my front isn’t any more forgiving than the wall. My insides hum, loving thefeeling of being trapped, and I almost wish he would lift me up, wrap me around his chest, and do more than kiss me.
Damn omega instincts.
That would be a bad idea with Moretti waiting for us. Then again, it might be a good point to make. He’s not going to get his way all the time. Not if I have anything to say about it.
Magnum’s fingers dig into my jaw as he pulls back from the kiss.
My chest heaves as I stare up at him from under my lashes, and he growls, slamming my back against the wall as he devours me all over again.
“You can’t keep looking at me like that, or we’ll never make it out of here,” he murmurs, nipping at my lower lip.
“I like you a lot,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. “Please don’t leave before we can get to know each other better.”
“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” He brushes his nose against mine, smiling against my lips. “What we did last night was basically foreplay. I still owe you a solid dicking. Plus, it’ll be fun to see how many rooms of the house we can get to before your husband snaps and tries to murder me.”
“Holy shit. You do have a cheating fetish.” I laugh, slapping his chest.
He snorts. “Nah, princess. I have ayoufetish.”
My anxiety is high as Magnum and I enter the kitchen. Angel is nowhere to be seen, and I better understand what she meant about this place being a dickfest.
Hawk and Moretti are at the table, and the latter pops out of his chair. Since I saw him in my bedroom, he had time to getdressed. The man is sexy in everything, but the suit he wears fits his tall, lithe frame a little too well.
Shit.
Letting Francesca go might have been a premature choice. She clearly knows how to pick a killer suit.
“Help yourself, Magnum,” Moretti says, prowling toward me with his eyes locked on mine. “I just need a moment to speak to my wife.”
I blink repeatedly, and apparently I don’t protest in time.
Moretti’s hands land on my hips, spinning me back toward the doorway I just came in through. He edges up behind me and guides me out into the hallway. Once we’re a sufficient distance from the kitchen, he steps around in front of me.
It’s unfair how sexy he manages to look. We had the same amount of time to get ready. I showered and got into a fresh outfit, but there was no time to address my hair or even think about makeup.
There are women who are able to look stunning without a stitch of makeup on.
