Page 6 of Hold Him Like Gravity

I just assumed. Given all the dramatics.

Anyone who said women were the more emotional of the sexes had clearly never met a sick man, or one who’d encountered even the mildest inconvenience.

Evander shot me a bored look as he started to groom himself.

“Well, it’s been a good talk,” I said, putting his bowl in the sink, squirting some dish soap into it, then filling it up to soak before grabbing my plate, a knife, and a fork—since this wasnot the kind of pizza you could pick up—and making my way to the couch. “But I’m gonna re-watch that show about the alien abduction again before I crash. I’d appreciate you not waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn on my first day off.”

To that, Evander flicked his tail and shot me a look that said he didn’t give a single fuck what I wanted before going back to his grooming.

I’d just finished shoveling the last bit of pizza into my mouth when a memory flashed across my mind.

“Go home, Kick. It’s late.”

God, the way his voice had said my name in that deep, raspy little voice of his.

It was shiver-inducing.

I didn’t even think he actually knew my name.

Or, if he did, he knew my government name—Kathleen—from my employment paperwork, not the name I actually went by.

But there he was.

Just a few feet away from me.

Smelling like cigars and woodsmoke—dark, sexy, mysterious. It was the kind of scent I wanted to smell trapped in my hair, all over my clothes when I peeled them off. On my bare skin after he’d run his face…

Nope.

No.

I wasnotgoing to be having sexy little fantasies about my boss. My, admittedly, absolutely ridiculously hot boss.

He was the literal definition of ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ with his almost black hair, his dark eyes, his impressive height, and those strong arms I’d maybe eye-banged once or twice when I caught him doing something that made the muscles twitch and twist in a way that had no right to be as sexy as it was.

Fine.

It was probably more like a dozen times.

Still.

I wasn’t going to fantasize about him. Even if I was dying to know how my name would sound coming from that mouth while he was deep inside of me, his body taut, his fingers digging into my flesh as he came.

I mean, I totally fantasized. A lot. While asleep. But there was no controlling that.

I wasn’t going to play into it when I was awake.

No matter how my spine shivered at the way he’d said my name.

I had no qualms about having some good, fun, casual sex with some random hot guy who said my name like a sexy little secret only the two of you shared.

But when that hot guy was your boss?

Qualms.

There were a lot of qualms.

“Damnit,” I added to my inner monologue.

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