Page 134 of Kiss Me Tonight

Not that I care.

“What are we watching?” she asks.

I shake my head, still feeling like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck. “Hell if I know. I think . . . I think Savannah Rose might be seeing this guy.”

Levi leans forward, tugging me with her, as she practically puts her nose to the screen. “Owen?You think she—I mean, before you ask . . . Ididwatch this episode. I was bored and lonely and we hadn’t met yet, so clearly I was not watching and salivating over you.”

I kiss her mouth, cupping her jaw as I do. My tongue dances with hers, and I lick her bottom lip because I know it makes her ticklish. She shivers in my arms.Jackpot.I pull back. “We both know you watched because you think I’m hot.”

“Correction, I do now but I didn’t then.”

“Liar.”

“I don’t lie,” she says sweetly, “except for whenever you try to cook dinner. Then I lie—with gusto.”

In mock-affront, I gasp loudly. “You tell me my food tastes great!”

“You can’t cook, Dominic. It’s not one of your many talents.”

“Topher likes it when I grill.”

“I think Topher likes it when there’s open fire.” She slips down to the floor, situating herself between my knees. “Speaking of Topher, the two of us were talking and . . . we both think you need a place to stay while you rehab this house.”

I drop my chin, keeping my gaze trained on hers as she slants her palms over my upper thighs. “Baby,” I husk out, “are you asking me to move in?”

Blue eyes drop to my crotch. “It’s acceptable if you take the guestroom.”

I hook a finger under her chin. Keep my voice low and steady when I murmur, “You’re relegating me to the guestroom?”

Her smile twitches even as her fingers move to the waistband of my jeans. “Not a chance,” she teases me, “but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the look on your face when you thought I was telling you the truth.”

I tackle her onto the floor, leveraging my body over hers. Whichever Owen Savannah Rose is talking to is not my problem.

My problem is the sexy, beautiful blonde squirming beneath me and begging me to take pity.

I lower my face, dropping a kiss to her lips. “I don’t do pity, Coach,” I murmur in her ear, “but with risk comes great reward . . . and for you, I’m thinking orgasms.”

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Celebrity Tea Presents:

The Day We Banned Dominic DaSilva

Dear Reader, it has come to my attention that I’ve been threatened by one Dominic DaSilva. THREATENED. I started this blog ten years ago. Never in that amount of time has someone dared to come after me.

I report what I see as the truth.

I entertain you, Dear Reader, because it brings me joy.

I’m funny.

Well-informed.

Meticulous in my reporting.

And I’m pissed.

Dear Reader, it’s not often that I’m left speechless. In fact, since a fan forwarded me that article THAT SHALL NOT BE DISCUSSED HERE, I have sat down to write this post at least a dozen times.

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