Page 57 of Mr. Dangerous

"If anyone could catch you." Grandmother waved in the direction of the lump under the sheets. "Good luck,sweetheart!"

"Out!" I said again, taking a steptowardsher.

Grandmother swept towards the door, still smiling. "Do you have dinnerplans?"

I closed the door behind her once she was in the hall— she kept walking without waiting for the answer that certainly wasn't coming— and then locked it. Which I should have doneearlier.

I turned back to the ghost on the bed with an apologetic smile. "She has a flair for the theatrical.Ignoreher."

Naomi pulled the sheet off, exposing tousled bedhead. God, I wanted to crawl back over the bed and make love to her all overagain.

But Naomi was biting down on that sweet lower lip. She whispered, "Do you think she knew I wasinhere?"

"No," I said. "How wouldsheknow?"

Naomi shrugged, the movement making her breasts rise and fall, and I couldn't take it anymore. I threw myself onto the bed, reachingforher.

Naomi pulled away, a smile of surprise blooming across her red lips. "She's in the hall! What's wrongwithyou?"

"You,"Isaid.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm soirresistible."

"Youare."

"I have to go," she said, slipping out of bed. Then she stood there, adorably naked, raking her fingers through her wild curls. "But how? Out thewindow?"

"I'll take her out to lunch," I said. "If you promise me that you'll be here when I get back, looking allinnocent."

"Ugh, Rob, whatamess."

"Don't tell me you have regrets,"Isaid.

Sheshrugged.

"All right, whatever," I said. I leaned forward and kissed her, and even if she regretted the amazing sex we'd just had, she pressed her lips to mine in one demure kissgoodbye.

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