Page 33 of Secret Love

I close my eyes. “You would never have gotten this far if I were in your life,” I say, fighting every urge in me. “Think of all the people you’ve inspired, all the lives you’ve changed. The world wouldn’t be the same without Roxie Roberts.”

She groans. “And I hate that stage name.”

A chuckle bounces in my throat. “Does anyone even call you Dani anymore?”

“No one except you.” Her cheeks flush wild with pink spots. I bet Bennett doesn’t let her drink much.

“I can call you Roxie if you want,” I offer.

“No. I like the way you say my name.” She licks her lips. “Always have.”

A few short inches of air sits between us. I can smell traces of her scent around me. That blissful apple spice aroma that always drove me crazy. Her wet, cherry lips shimmer in front of me as she presses them together.

“You should do your hair,” I say as I lean away. “We need to hit the road.”

Dani performs a quick step back and the pink fades from her cheeks. “Okay…” she mutters.

Annoyance crosses her face, but she grabs the hair dye, scissors, and comb off the bed with a wave of her hand. I can’t stop myself from looking at the gentle curve of her ass within my boxer shorts as she charges for the bathroom. She performs a short spin to glance back at me before closing the door behind her.

I fill my lungs with fresh air to rid myself of the apples lingering up my nose. My cock twitches with extreme disappointment but lays to rest against my thigh. Maybe her new hairstyle will work to my advantage. Her long, flowing hair has always been a turn-on for me.

I fall down on the bed and cover my eyes to block out the light.

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