Page 184 of Sweet Temptation

I chuckled, adjusting myself. She’d already gotten me half-hard. “You put your hand there yourself, sweetheart.”

She sprang out of bed in a panic. “There’s no time for that. My dad’s downstairs? Are you sure?”

“Unless you know another well-dressed couple who look just like you and your brother, and like to go around introducing themselves as Joanne and Gunnar Sorensen—”

“Mom’s here, too?”

“Yup.” My gaze trailed down her naked body as she stood there, pushing the hair out of her face and looking horrified.

Fuck, she was gorgeous.

Those goddamn curves…

“Please, please make them coffee,” she begged me, “and tell them I’ll be right down. I need to wash the sex off me!” Then she disappeared into the bathroom in a naked blur.

Well, that was interesting.

I checked myself in the mirror over the dresser, smoothing my hair a little better and making sure I was presentable. I kinda smirked to myself as I headed back downstairs.

I’d never seen Summer scramble around like that, for anyone.

Summer’s parents were right where I’d left them, talking quietly. They fell silent when I walked in the room.

“Summer’s up now,” I told them, putting my security guy voice back on. “She said she’ll be down in a few minutes. Can I make you a coffee?”

“That would be lovely,” her mom said.

Her dad just watched as I made myself comfortable in the kitchen, and no doubt, he noticed how I knew where everything was.

“Are you living here?” he asked me.

“Darling,” Summer’s mom said.

“I am,” I answered. “I have the guest room up the hall.” I pointed down the hall that was on the opposite side of the house from the one that led to Summer’s bedroom, for emphasis. “The one in front, looking out on the garden.”

“Oh, isn’t that nice,” Summer’s mom said. “I always liked that room. I put in that garden with Summer when she bought the house.”

“She told me. It’s beautiful.” Yeah, so maybe I was kissing up just a bit.

Joanne smiled, elbowing her husband gently.

“You were about to tell us how long you’ve been working for our daughter,” he said, and his wife sighed.

“My husband isn’t one for small talk,” she apologized.

“That’s fine,” I said. “Neither am I.” I’d put the coffee on to brew, and joined them in the living room, taking a chair across from the couch where they sat.

And that was when I noticed the neon-green condom in a see-through packet sitting an inch from Joanne’s foot, half-tucked under the edge of the couch.

Great.

I really fucking hoped they were used to seeing shit like that in their daughter’s house, and therefore wouldn’t necessarily assume that I’d drilled her on that couch with a neon-green dick last night.

“Summer and her manager, Brody Mason, hired me to provide personal protection for her about three weeks ago,” I told them.

“Three weeks?” her mom said, sitting forward. Which meant, presumably, they’d had no idea.

Until now.

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