Page 33 of Nothing to Win

She couldn’t deny it loosened her up, but she’d never felt as wanton as she did around Brogan, chaperone or not.

“You are supposed to be my boyfriend, right?Does my loosening up make you uncomfortable?”

“No.I have a list of quid, what you got on your quo?”

“Maybe more than you can handle,” she murmured and pushed to her tiptoes.“Let’s start with a goodnight kiss.”

“Brogan!”Julius’s voice echoed down the hall.

She dropped back on her heels.“Our chaperone doesn’t like me,” she whispered.

Her inhale quivered when his hand slid from her hip around to squeeze her butt.Mmm, digging her teeth into her lip to hold that whimper in, she pushed into his grip, inviting more.

“You’re too convincing.”

“You’re a good boyfriend,” she said.“Convincing the world I’m enamored isn’t as difficult as I thought it would be.”

Still massaging her ass, he stroked the back of his single digit up and down her jaw, drawing her chin higher each time.

Her eyes drifted closed; her lips parted.

“Each time I’m this close to you, I’m astounded by how beautiful you are.”

She smiled but didn’t open her eyes.“Are you being polite or have you had one too many?”

“If I’d had one too many, I wouldn’t have the presence of mind to stay here in the doorway.”

She peeked at him.“Where would you be?”

“In my bedroom with you underneath me.”

“Now I know why we have a chaperone.”

“Julius is aware of our arrangement.”

“So he’s here to keep us honest?Is that why you didn’t want to drink with me?You don’t trust yourself…” At least she wasn’t the only one.“What makes you think I’d join you in your room?”

His finger slid to the back of her jaw and kept going until he could curl them around the back of her neck.

“Why did you want to know where my room was?”

She subdued her smile.“Maybe so I didn’t stumble on it by mistake,” she said.“Or maybe I wanted to know so I could slip between your sheets after you’re asleep.”She let a fingertip touch his jaw.“You know my boyfriend insists I sleep naked.”

“Does he?”

Nodding, she dragged the clip from her hair as she turned so it cascaded around her shoulders.

Gathering it up, she held it on top of her head.“I need someone to unzip me.”

He did as she asked, drawing the zipper of her dress down to the curve of her ass.

Holding it to her chest, she turned to face him.“You have a beautiful home.”

“I want to see more of your body.”

“Give me my quo and I’ll give you your quid,” she said, leaning in.“Kiss me goodnight, Mister.”

“You have amazing faith in my strained willpower.”