Page 81 of Charming Deception

When did my panties get so wet?

“Right,” I say faintly.

“It’s getting late,” he points out as my mind reels like a kaleidoscope; a thousand pretty pictures, and Jameson stars in every one of them. “What time do you usually go to bed?”

“Oh.” I blink. “Now?”

He chuckles softly, though I’m serious. “I’ll walk you there.”

He gets to his feet and escorts me out of his office. Which is good, because I’m keen to get some alone time after that whole revelation about us possibly having sex. So I can breathe.

And maybe touch myself while trying to recall his exact expression when he said those words.

If we decide to have sex with each other…

I really thought he meant we were never having sex, ever. This revelation is a lot to swallow.

As I imagine his cock would be.

I see the way he bounces around in those linen pants. Whether he’s wearing underwear or not, clearly whatever he’s packing is too heavy to be conservatively contained by mere fabric.

We stop at the foot of the grand staircase outside his office, and I manage a hoarse “Thank you, for, you know, talking it through with me.”

“Anytime, Megan.” His low, velvety voice brushes over my senses. “Come on. I’ll show you the way.”

Then he starts up the stairs.

I stare at his fantastic backside. Those linen pants aren’t so loose when he’s climbing the stairs, his muscled ass flexing, the taut globes defined through the thin fabric. “Uh, what way?” I ask, dazed.

He pauses. “The way to my bedroom. Well, our bedroom, now.”

Chapter 19

Megan

Hold the phone.

Jameson wants me to sleep in his bedroom?

With him?

“But, what about my things?”

Weak protest.

I picture my suitcases in my guest bedroom, and myself fleeing there to get them. And maybe hide from my new fiancé. I’m sweating.

But I don’t move.

“They’re all settled in our room. I had Clara get it ready for us.”

Our room.

Ready for us.

Oh god.

“When… when did you do that?”

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