Page 58 of Taming the CEO

"No, you're not," he said in a decisive tone. "I’m going to do it later. You just relax.”

"Okay," I whispered.

He smiled at me, and I felt it as if he'd actually touched me in all sorts of sexy and forbidden places.

I was going to need an ice-cold shower later. I just had to find a way to do it without getting my bandage wet.

It was only nine o'clock in the evening, but I already knew we wouldn't be staying up late. I'd had too much to drink, and, well, if I spent too much time next to this hunk of a man... I might totally jump his bones.

Who came up with that? Jump his muscles—now that sounds much better. And they truly deserved to be jumped... and touched... and licked.

The door to the bathroom opened a few seconds later, and Maddox's voice resounded through the cabin. "Cami?"

"Yes?" I asked, my heart in my throat.

"I need something from my suit jacket."

"I’ll bring it."

My heart went pitter-patter as I headed to the mudroom, grabbing his jacket. Then I walked to the bathroom with determined steps. The door was half closed.

"Here," I said.

He stepped into view only for a second, but it was enough for me to realize he was butt naked.

Holy shit. Why didn’t he take a towel?

Wait a second. Crap, crap, crap.

In my drunken haze, I'd completely forgotten that I didn't have any large towels stashed in the bathroom. Those were in my bedroom closet next to the linens.

"No peeking," he said.

I could've sworn I blushed everywhere.

"Oh no, I didn't mean to. Holy shit," I said, turning around. As he grabbed the jacket, our fingers touched. I was on fire. "I forgot to bring you a large towel."

"So you did peek." He sounded amused.

"Can you close the door, please?"

"Sure." Now he sounded on the verge of laughter.

Oh, why is he putting me on the spot like this?

I went back into the living room, fiddling with my thumbs. I felt my body temperature rise when I heard the bathroom door open again. Maddox went to the mudroom first, presumably to hang his jacket, as he returned to the living room empty-handed. He’d taken off his dress shirt and was wearing a white T-shirt, which I assumed he'd been wearing underneath. He'd put the belt on his pants again, but he was barefoot. He ran a hand through his hair, sprinkling small droplets all over my living room. His T-shirt rolled up a bit with the movement.

My, my, my. Those are some abs. The muscles were so well defined and the skin so taut that my mouth watered.

"Should I take it off for your benefit?" he asked.

I gaped.

"I see my warning about no peeking went right over your head, huh?"

I blinked rapidly and laughed nervously.

"I don't have my wits about me tonight to come up with a sassy comeback," I admitted.

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