Page 26 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

I need to let the water work its magic. I have to feel my muscles and lungs burning to get over whatever urges this woman is forcing in me right now.

I cannot go there with her. Not ever. She is off-limits.

I will not ever trust a woman again in my life, especially not this one. I’ve already seen how she acts.

When I finish my laps and come back up for air it’s quiet. The sad country music is no longer playing and she’s no longer lounging by the pool.

Damn, I didn’t expect to be upset that she’s no longer out here.

It’s for the best.

I dry off before going back inside the house. Swimming helped clear my head, but I need a double shot of whiskey to clear all the thoughts of Grace out of my mind now.

And an ice bath, probably.

The set of the film I’m directing and starring in has been an absolute disaster. Nothing is going as planned, and I’m mostly working with idiots.

Long days. Barely any sleep. It makes for a very irritable me.

I take my wet shorts off outside and throw them on a drying rack for one of my staff to get later. I wrap the towel around my waist and make my way inside the house.

Once I’m in the kitchen, I go to the bar in the corner of the living room and pour myself a tumbler of whiskey. I throw the amber liquid back without hesitation.

I hear Grace clear her throat behind me.

“I…uh…I…didn’t…” she stammers, her eyes going down to the towel wrapped around my waist.

Her cheeks flush when she realizes that I’ve caught her staring at me. My body reacts and there’s no hiding the bulge under the towel.

Shit.

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GRACE

Okay, so he was damn fine when he was just in his swim trunks but seeing him now with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I’m finding it hard to breathe.

My eyes will not stop looking at what’s causing the white towel to tent upward.

I lick my lips, remembering exactly how it felt inside of me.

I’m staring and I don’t even care. The way he’s looking at me has me wanting to drop to my knees in front of him and not think twice.

As he takes a step closer, the intensity in his eyes sends shivers throughout me, causing heat to pool between my legs.

Damn, I thought I was being sultry and playful earlier, but he was right, I can’t handle this. I feel like I’m going to orgasm just from looking into his eyes.

I can feel the heat emanating from his body, drawing me in like a magnet. The air between us crackles with an electric tension, so thick I could practically reach out and touch it.

I try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat. His gaze is holding me captive in its depths. Every bit of me begs for histouch, for the connection that seems to hum between us like a live wire.

He smirks, his eyes dark with desire as he takes another step closer, the towel dangerously low on his hips. I can see the movement; the twitching of the fabric and it’s not from him taking a step either.

He reaches out a hand to tilt my chin up.

“Like what you see?”

I bite my lips, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks.

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