Page 150 of Sweet Temptation

But I felt the smile fade as I studied her face. And I wasn’t gonna be responsible for what I said next. At least, my brain wasn’t. My heart was now working overtime, pumping blood to my dick, post-haste.

“You are extremely sexy.”

And there it was.

My dick made me say it.

“Is this you being honest with me again?”

“Yes.”

“Who are you, Ronan Sterling?” she asked, whisper-laughing a little.

“Ronan Sterling,” I said stupidly. All that blood rushing to my junk was making me stupider by the second.

“You are the most mysterious person I’ve ever met.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Is that bad?”

“It’s not bad,” she said. “It’s annoyingly intriguing.”

“I annoy you?”

Obviously I annoyed her. She just told me so. But like a pubescent idiot with a boner, I wanted her to keep talking to me, even if I had to pull her hair to get her to do it.

“Who cares?” she said after a moment. “More importantly, you don’t bore me.”

“Do men usually bore you?” The thought of her with any other man seriously made me want to punch out the windshield, but if she was gonna tell me that no man but me could hold her interest, I’d fucking take it.

“Absolutely.”

My cock throbbed.

“And yet, you have so many of them around…”

Stupid.

Stop talking while all your brain cells are starved of blood.

“Are you saying I’m a player?” she asked me, cocking her head and looking at me sidelong. I couldn’t tell if she was offended or if she was being coy. My wires were all crossed with this woman.

Client. Damsel in distress. Ball breaker. Lover.

I wanted all of her all over all of me, and my dick wouldn’t let me forget it.

How did we end up trapped in this car?

Because you’re an idiot and you should’ve walked away from this job on day one and asked her on a date instead.

“That’s the name of your band, right?” I swallowed, desperately striving for casual deflection. “The Players.”

“I like a lot of people around,” she said, unapologetically. “Variety, right? They say it’s the spice of life. And yes, people bore me. And yes, it’s a problem.”

I considered that. My dick was now throbbing like I’d slipped on the world’s tightest cock ring, and I knew it was gonna make me keep saying very stupid things.

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