Page 38 of An Unexpected Home

“Like I’d just walk up to her and say ‘so I hear you’re banging my brother.’ What the hell man?”

“That’s absolutely what you would do.” Brandon knew his brother well, and he was not one to hold his tongue.

“I’m wounded.” He put his hand to his chest.

“If you boys are done gossiping, I have more stuff that needs to be done.”

Brandon turned and found Melanie standing, hands on hips, in the doorway to the studio they were in. He wanted to ask how much of their conversation she had heard but in doing so he knew she would then want to know more.

“Tell us what you need?” he said instead.

“Leah needs some help in the office and I need someone to help with hanging pictures in the small studios.”

“I’ll help Leah,” he said before Logan even had a chance to speak up.

He found Leah, sitting on the floor surrounded by files and files, of what he didn’t know.

“Hey.” He stood just inside the door and watched as her head lifted up.

She sighed. “Thank God it’s you and not Melanie. I love that girl, but she is on a rampage today.”

“Yeah, I kinda noticed that.”

She was looking at him with a funny expression on her face, her head tilted to the side. “You look...well, hot.”

He looked down at himself, wondering how she could find his dirty, dusty jeans and now dirty, stained tee, hot. “I’m a mess.”

“I know and it’s really sexy.” As soon as the words were spoken she slapped a hand over her mouth. “I can’t believe I just said that,” he heard her say, although muffled.

He laughed. “What’s wrong with saying that?” He sat down in a chair at one of the desks.

“Because,” she dropped her hand from her face, “it’s not appropriate.”

Leaning down he put his elbows on his knees. “After what we did last night and this morning,” he shook his head, “I am the last person you need to be appropriate with.”

She blushed, obviously remembering their escapades from earlier. “Stop trying to turn me on,” she whispered.

He reached out and touched her cheek. “Fair is fair. You turn me on by just breathing.” Her eyes watched his and when he ran a finger over her soft lips, she shivered. He was just about to pull his hand back when she opened her mouth and sucked his finger inside. He went instantly hard.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned.

She released his finger. “You are a fucking horrible influence, do you know that?”

“That was all you.”

“Maybe, but I still blame you,” she pouted.

“Why don’t you tell me what you need to be done in here and then maybe, just maybe the boss in there will let us out early.”

“Us?” she asked standing.

“Yeah, you know, you and me.”

“Do we have plans tonight?” Her voice told him she was just playing around.

He stood, too and moved closer to her without touching. Touching would mean they would never get out of there.

Lowering his voice he said, “I have plans that involve you naked, riding my cock.” He’d been thinking of it ever since they’d started that morning only to realize that they didn’t have condoms.

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