Page 67 of Overexposed

I made a face. “Ew. Don’t call yourself that.”

“Fine, I’ll let you call me that.” The blatant, bold-as-fuck come-on made me laugh.

“I amnotcalling you that, either.” Still, I was laughing as I eased out between the bars that served a rail on the scaffolding. I was going to have to dangle and then drop.

“It’s always an option if you change your mind,” he said from directly below me. “Also, I’m really loving the lingerie choice. That ass is far too nice to cover up.”

Shooting a look over my shoulder, I raised my eyebrows. “Stop staring at my ass.”

“Come on down and I promise I’ll stare at everything else with the same focus.”

The man was utterly incorrigible.

Utterly.

Blowing out a breath, I just trusted that I had enough alcohol to not tense up too much when I fell. That would help reduce broken bones, right?

“You can do it, Snow,” Ollie said. “Jump.”

I pushed away from the railing and let go. The fall seemed forever but also like it was over in a split second.

He caught me easily and I found myself chest to breast and his lips right there.

“Gotcha,” he whispered. Then he slanted his mouth over mine. His lips were cool, almost chilly, but they warmed as he teased my mouth open. The strokes of his tongue were firm and sweeping. The demand heating up the contact. He tasted like beer, nuts, and I could have sworn garlic bread.

My stomach growled as he deepened the kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was my turn to chase his tongue. I savored every little delicious sample he gave me.

“Hungry?” he asked in between nipping kisses before he laved his tongue over my lower lip.

“Starving,” I whispered.

For a lot more than just garlic cheesy bread.

His eyes were hot when he leaned back a little to lock gazes with me. “How starving?” The layers beneath that question unfurled fresh waves of heat in my system. Ollie was so hard against me and his arms so tight that I could feel every inch of him, clothes or not.

I got the double entendre in the question. Got it, embraced it, and answered both parts. “Desperate.”

“I know you came with Seven,” he said in a rough voice. “But do you want to get out of here?”

It was that or climb Ollie right here and right now.

“Yes,” I said. I didn’t want to think about all the whys and why nots. “He got his pictures at the premiere and out front.”

“Yeah,” Ollie said slowly. “Cool. I know a quiet way out of here and I can have a driver scoop us up away from the press, then drop us at my car.” That was a lot of moving parts, but it sounded like a plan to me.

“Should we tell Seven?” I mean, he was paying me to be here, but if I left early, well, it would save him some money. That was just good business sense.

He dipped to grab my shoes without ever putting me down. “Fuck Sev,” he said, then we were striding through the garden and away from the house.

Okay, there was something sexy as hell about Ollie taking charge like this.

To be fair, I really was hungry for garlic cheesy breadandOllie.

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twenty-five

Gemini

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