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I nodded and leaned forward to brush his nose with mine. He was intoxicating. My brain cells had clocked out and fucked off to god-knew-where. My body was now fully under new management, and it was taking all of my self-control not to start ripping Rowe’s clothes off.
“That kiss in the stable,” I murmured before brushing my lips along his jaw, “was entirely too short.”
“Y-yes.” His voice was even breathier now, and his chest heaved between us.
I kissed the edge of his lips. “Stay with me. Just for this weekend. No business.No lies. Just the two of us. Just… this.”
“Yes,” he breathed again, turning his face to brush our lips together more fully. “Please.”
Kissing Rowe felt like a strange kind of high, one in which I was euphoric but still sharply lucid. I catalogued every detail, from the heady mix of soap and the faint trace of hay coming from him to the little sounds of submission he made in his throat. The tiny plastic buttons on his shirt were a Sisyphean task for my shaking fingers. When one finally cleared its buttonhole, another three seemed to take its place.
“Want you,” I admitted, inhaling the warm skin behind his ear before pressing my lips there. “Wanted you from the moment you skidded into me at the gala.”
His fingers tugged on the hair at the back of my neck. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted. “But I want you, too.”
I cupped his face and met his eyes. “Have you been with a man before?”
His cheeks were already patchy pink from our kissing, but they darkened as he spoke. “N-not really,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to, and it definitely wasn’t for lack of trying.” He let out a nervous laugh. “Back in Linden… well, there weren’t a lot of opportunities.”
Too bad for the assholes of Linden. Their loss was definitely my gain.
I ran my thumbs across his warm cheeks. Making him feel safe was a priority. “What do you want tonight? We’ll only do what you feel comfortable with.”
Rowe let out a soft laugh. “Uh… everything? My sex resume includes a couple of hand jobs with guys who turned out to be jerks. I promise anything we do tonight will be a thousand times better… Honestly, it already is.”
I leaned forward to feel his cheek with my lips, murmuring against his skin. “Do you want my mouth on your dick? Or my cock pressing inside your tight ass? Tell me what you want, Rowe.”
The strangled hitch of his breath almost made a laugh bubble up in my chest. He was so fucking sweet. My words had been a test, a small push to get his gut reaction. But his reaction hadn’t been in his guts as much as in his pants. His cock tented the front of his jeans enough to draw my attention. I reached down to rub him through the fabric. “You like that, hmm? Like hearing me talk dirty? Like knowing what I want to do to you?”
He leaned forward and hid his face in my neck. “You’re going to kill me. I’m going to come in my pants and humiliate myself before I even get to see you naked,” he groaned.
I laughed into his hair, landing kisses in his soft curls and enjoying every second of teasing and touching him. This was a thousand times better than I’d ever anticipated.
“Come to my bedroom?” I whispered against his ear. “I’ll take off my clothes before debauching you, I promise.”
He arched against my hand and let out a whine. “Just… tell me it won’t just be one time, okay? Because the second I see you naked, I’m going to come, I just know it, and the only thing that will help me overcome the horror is knowing I get another chance to try again.”
I moved us forward to the edge of the sofa before hefting him up and walking toward the bedroom with him attached to my front. His erection pressed against my stomach, eliciting a breathy, sensual gasp from him with every movement.
He was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
“Oh, there’ll be more than one chance,” I rumbled in his ear. “I damn well guarantee it. We have the whole night, and I’m thinking… one chance for every lie you’ve told.”
“There were kind of a lot of lies,” he reminded me doubtfully, wrapping his arms more tightly around my neck.
I bit down gently on his earlobe, and he shuddered in my arms. “Exactly.”
NINE
ROWE
How was real life more unbelievable than any lie I’d dreamed up as Sterling Chase?
I’d confessed who I was to Bash, put all my cards on the table. This should have been the sad end of the movie—the scene where he kicked me out of his suite, leaving me to wander the streets alone in a bleak montage while Adele’s “Someone Like You”played in the background.
Instead, he was carrying me to his bed like the hero in a rom-com—or a fairy-tale prince—growling erotic promises in my ear that made my dick leak as it pressed against the front of my jeans.
One of us had clearly gotten our lines wrong, but I wasn’t going to question it. In fact, I wished thiswasa movie so I could rewatch it all later when my mind inevitably tricked me into believing it had never happened in the first place.
