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“Listen, Rowan. I’ll tell you my truth if you tell me yours.”
I huff indignantly. “I am extremely truthful. I have laid plenty of truth on you from the day we met, whether you liked it or not. But go on. What’s your truth?”
His eyes burn right into me. His voice goes deep and gravelly. “I hated seeing you in that jersey tonight.”
“What?” I shake my head in confusion. He sure is fixated on that jersey. “Why? I was wearing it to support you.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Nope. You had another man’s name on your back. You’re mine—my publicist. You shouldn’t have done that.”
His voice is raspy. I think about how possessive he was when he said the wordmyand wondered why it’s heating me up like a nuclear core about to melt down.
Why do I like his rough, growly voice? Why do I like how he’s pressing up against me?
He leans down, his lips a warm breath away. I tilt my head up, my lips parting as if I wanted ... no, I don’t. Of course I don’t.
“Your turn. Nothing but the truth, Rowan.”
I gulp. I could lie, but it would just feel wrong. So instead, I crack myself open and bare my soul to the man who scares me on a very deep level. “I ... I like that you don’t care about Lexi,” I blurt out.
God. Did I just really say that? Could the floor please open up and swallow me?
“And why do you like that?” he grunts.
“I ... I ...” My voice dies in my throat. My heart is hammering so loudly, I can hear it pounding in my ears.
I take a step back. He moves closer, like a predator about to pounce, and brushes his lips on mine. They’re shockingly soft, and I swallow a moan of arousal.
“You what, Rowan?”
Before I can answer, his mouth presses against mine, devouring it in a hot kiss. His tongue probes my mouth, swirling around mine, leading it in a silky duet.
Holy shit. Is this happening? Am I going to allow it?
His hand trails up my side and I melt into his touch.
Yep. I’m definitely going with the flow here. It’s too good to stop. I want more.
The world falls away. I press up against him, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing into my stomach. He’s frighteningly large, and thick, and I want him inside me so badly I could die.
And my panties are drenched. I arch my back and press against him shamelessly, as he hungrily explores my mouth with his tongue.
My fingers move as if of their own accord, unbuttoning my shirt. His big hands close around mine ... and gently pull them away.
He takes a step back, and I crash back down to earth, landing in reality with a painful thud.
We are in a closet.
The paparazzi are right down the hall, and I am climbing all over my very famous client—the man whose party-whore reputation I have been hired to fix.
What the hell am I doing?
I stumble back away from him, face flushed with embarrassment, quickly buttoning my shirt up. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Mason, I just—I didn’t... I mean—”
Mason’s voice is a low, sexy growl. He slides a finger under my chin and forces me to look up at him. “Rowan, I just want to rip your fucking clothes off and throw you down on the ground and take you so hard that you see stars. I want to eat you until you pass out from climaxing.”
“Oh.” My eyes widen in shock. How long has he been feeling that way? And how is it that he’s been having the same fantasies that I have?
“Rowan, the press are right down the hall.” His expression turns serious. “They saw us walk into a closet. I don’t want you to end up on the front page of a tabloid. I’ve been there many times, and it’s not fun.
