Page 107 of Mr. Wicked

Why was Laura telling me that she could see our connection grow through each photo?

This was too much.

All of it.

And I didn’t know if my fucking head was burning up in flames or if it was my chest, but there was a fire licking up and down my body.

This wasn’t what I’d signed up for.

Neither was a photo shoot or an ad campaign.

And fucking emojis with hearts around a smiling face.

“This is bullshit—”

“Speak of the devil,” Laura said, interrupting me as Jovana stepped into my office. “We were just talking about you.”

“I’m the angel, not the devil, Laura.” Jovana winked at Laura as she joined us and gave me a quick kiss, letting her lips linger on mine for a second too long before she whispered, “Your office door is open. Anyone can see us if they walk by. Act like you like me.”

I didn’t know if it was the three weeks of no sex or the close contact or her kiss that caused my cock to clench in my jeans. But it did and it was getting harder.

“And Laura, I have to be an angel to put up with this one.” Jovana smiled at me while wiping her gloss off my lips. “How’s the temper today? Are we on nice-guy mode or are we roaring like a tiger?”

Her scent.

It took hold of me.

It shook the hell out of me.

I wrapped my arm around her back and squeezed her ass. “Roaring.”

Her cheeks reddened, her bright-blue eyes shining. “Why am I not surprised.” She held out a garment bag that she placed across my arm. “I grabbed you a suit and tie to match what I’m wearing for the photo shoot.” Her attention shifted to Laura. “I thought matchy-matchy would look positively adorable for the campaign.”

Since she now had a fob that would get her into my building, the elevator, and my front door, she could come and go as she pleased.

I didn’t care that she’d picked through my closet.

I cared that my dick was fucking throbbing.

That all I wanted to do was kick Laura out and bend Jovana over my desk.

“Oh, you’re good,” Laura cooed, eating up every word Jovana had said.

“I brought my camera, so I’m hoping your assistant has some time to film us during the shoot?” Jovana asked me. “I want to show my followers the whole preshoot and us getting ready. I think they’ll love having behind-the-scenes access. Since I don’t have an assistant, I figured it would be okay to ask yours?”

Before I could respond, Laura said, “I think giving your followers that kind of access is a fabulous idea, so if your assistant is too busy, then I’m happy to do it.” She glanced toward the doorway. “Real quick, I just want to mention something before your office is bombarded with people and I don’t have the opportunity to bring it up.” She cleared her throat. “When are you planning on living together? I assume this is going to happen soon since the engagement photographer has been booked for”—she looked at her tablet—“four weeks from this Saturday.”

The date had been nailed down over our French dinner a few nights ago, agreed upon between the foie gras and smoked salmon canapés we’d shared for an appetizer. I’d even had my assistant book movers.

“Jovana’s moving in this weekend,” I said.

“You are?” The excitement on Laura’s face was extreme.

“With our relationship about to hit fast-forward—our engagement coming up soon, followed by the wedding—we thought it was the right time.” Jovana glanced at me. “You know, it makes things more believable.”

“Has the impending move been well received?” Laura asked, directing the question to Jovana. “With your parents and Sloane, I mean?”

Jovana took a long, deep breath. “My parents don’t know yet. I’m going to tell them after we’re engaged, I think. It’ll be less shocking and better received if they know we’re committed to one another.” The tension left her face when she added, “Sloane is Team Grayson all the way. Especially since he’s helping her buy the bar and it’ll be hers in about a month. Of course, she gave me a little crap about it despite the fact that I’m covering my portion of the rent until our lease is up, but that’s just her personality. She’s cautious when it comes to me. And, ultimately, she just wants me to be happy.”

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