Page 69 of Drawn to You

He grins playfully. “I like you smelling like sex. Put on one of my sweaters, too. Every male creature will know you’re spoken for, even the blind ones, because they’ll smell me on you.”

“Gross.” I laugh at his reasoning. “I’m not considering mating with a dog or anything, caveman.”

“You feeling better?”

I woke up with his head between my thighs. How could I feel anything but amazing? After a round of oral that nearly made me pull his hair out, he made me come a second time with long, slow sex. Dane is making me into a morning person.

“I’m good. You’re right. It’s just a job. I still get to be with you. Once the season is over, I can look for another job.”

I get out of bed, Dane catching me around the waist to stop me for a kiss. Something inside me tightens at the way he’slooking at me. This is really happening. My aunt can ruin my career, but she can’t ruinthis.

He kisses me harder, dropping the towel. I feel his erection against my stomach, thick and insistent. Reluctantly, I pull away.

“I have to shower before we go. So we can keep going here, but I’m showering after and that means we’ll be late.”

He makes a growly sound of disapproval against my lips. “We have ten minutes. Eight to fuck, two to shower.”

“I can’t shower and get dressed in two minutes.”

Another growly sound. I kiss him and turn to walk to the bathroom. He smacks my ass as I go, the sting making arousal swirl low in my stomach even as I glare at him.

“Not my fault,” he says, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Your ass is too tempting and that’s on you.”

I roll my eyes, quickly grab clean clothes and walk into the bathroom. His constant interest in my body secretly thrills me. No matter what I’m wearing or what I’m doing, he thinks I’m sexy. He doesn’t care if my body is perfect; he loves it exactly as it is.

As I wash myself in the shower, I can’t help wishing it was his hands on me instead. I avoid getting my hair wet since I don’t have enough time to dry it.

When I emerge from the bathroom dressed in black leggings, a dark-purple tunic and black boots, Dane looks like an ad for the dark suit he’s wearing. It’s cut to define his body just right, a pressed white dress shirt beneath the jacket and a plain red tie.

“You want a sandwich?” he asks as he passes me a travel mug of coffee.

I look at my watch. “No, we have to go.”

The doorbell rings and we give each other a look of confusion. His parents left yesterday and we aren’t expecting any deliveries.

“I should answer it,” he says, his brows lowered. “It could be a photographer. You stay out of view.”

“If it’s a photographer, they’re trespassing.”

“Trust me, I’ll let them know.”

We both walk toward the front door and I stand off to the side, out of view. He opens the door, his expression perturbed.

“Can I help you?”

“Hi Dane, I’m Monica Allen, your new representative from JG Publicity.”

My heart stutters in my chest. This can’t be happening.

“I don’t understand,” Dane says, glaring at her. “I didn’t request anyone new and I want to keep working with Josie.”

“Josie’s been reassigned.” Monica steps into the house uninvited. “Your home is beautiful.”

Dane and I exchange a concerned look. This is an unexpected development, to say the least. Even more unexpected than not getting the promotion.

Monica is admiring the house when her gaze lands on me. “Josie? What are you doing hiding there like a stalker?”

“I wasn’t hiding.”

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