Page 5 of Wildly Inappropriate

Time ceases to exist as JT bends down without breaking our kiss and, looping his hands under my ass, lifts me as if I weigh nothing. Which, to a man who exercises as much as he does, is likely the case. I wrap my legs around his waist, groaning as my center meets a very hard ridge. Shifting my hips slightly, I give over to my need for friction.

“Fuck, Lila,” JT breathes, my name like a prayer and a curse on his lips. “I don’t like you.”

His eyes meet mine, and I briefly wonder if my pupils are as large as his. “I don’t like you either, Pretty Boy. Trust me.”

Then he’s kissing my neck and rocking his hips, and the part of my brain once capable of cognizant thought is pulled back under, lost to the tide of lust.

A door down the hallway opens, and we pull apart, our eyes locked as our chests heave. I know I should leave. I know I shouldn’t do what my body is telling me to. But, for the life of me, I can’t remember why I shouldn’t do it. I can give in to this spark and still hate this man in the morning.

I grab JT’s hand and start maneuvering him down the hallway. “What room are you in?” I ask.

He pulls back a bit, clearly questioning the decision we’re about to make. Still holding his hand, I look back into his eyes, letting him see the heat in mine. “What room, JT?”

He pauses for a second longer before taking the lead, pulling me this time. “It’s just over here.”

I let out a little ‘whoop,’ hustling to keep up with his long strides. We walk for a minute before he finally stops, pulling the key card out of his pocket. “This means nothing,” he says, fidgeting with the gray key card.

“Less than nothing,” I agree. “Just like you.”

“We can’t ever tell anyone.”

“Never. I’d die of embarrassment for stooping so low.”

“But, it’s…it’s so good, right?” he asks like he, too, needs someone to explain the energy flowing through his body and why it’s so much more powerful than it’s ever been before.

“So fucking good.”

Chapter three

Lila

Three Months Ago

“So, what’s up withyour game these days?” I ask JT as my brother heads to the bathroom yet again. Apparently, I’m unable to stop myself from poking the bear when left alone with him. It’s the same impulse I had when he was at our house for Thanksgiving, but this time I don’t have the parental oversight to keep things from getting out of control.

Not that it’s weird to be sitting in a bar across from the man who rocked my world and never thought about me again—it’s fine. He promised it meant nothing, and so did I. So I’m sure I’ll stop replaying it every chance I get any day now, too.

We are in Phoenix, waiting for my brother’s girlfriend, Bryn, to show up after a major blow-up placed her relationship with Jameson firmly on the rocks. Watching my brother pace between the table and the bathroom would be funny if he didn’t look so wrecked. Even though he’s trying to keep calm, the way his gaze flicks to the door every few seconds says it all: He knows he messed up and is scared of losing her.

JT messes with his hat before taking a long pull of his beer. “If I knew what was wrong with my game, do you really think I’d be missing the cut every other week?” he asks.

“Do you think you’re just over the hill? How long until you can start playing in the senior league?” I fake a grimace, pretending to sympathize with his plight.

“I’m not old, Lila.”

“Aren’t you, though?”

“I’m not even thirty yet.”

“Hmm,” I say, tapping my chin. “If you’re not getting too old, then maybe you’re just distracted by something. Maybe a certain bathroom counter—”

“How long until they are here?” Jameo asks, his sudden appearance causing JT to turn his head so quickly that he might be able to blame neck pain for his terrible golf scores moving forward.Sucker. I knew he’d get worked up about the reminder of what we did in his Vegas hotel.

I make a show of checking my watch. “Any time now. Like I told you two minutes ago before you stomped off to do god knows what in the bathroom.”

I’m trying to distract him, and it thankfully works, because he replies, “What, exactly, do you think I’m getting up to in there, Lila? Do you have some nefarious bathroom exploits you’d like to share with the class?”

JT snort-coughs so hard, liquid flies from his nose. Tough time to decide to take a drink. “Actually,” I start, planning to take full advantage of the ammunition JT just confirmed I have. “Now that you mention it, there was this time in a hotel room, and the countertop was juuuust—”

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