“You are.” Gregory grinned, and I swooned. Or it was just the movement of the car. Either way it made my head spin.

I leaned back into the plush leather. It was so soft, so warm.

“Does this have heated seats? Promise me you won’t fire me.”

“I would never,” Gregory said. “Sounds like you did a brave thing.”

I snorted. “Stupid thing.”

“Sometimes bravery can be stupid.”

How brave and stupid would I be to throw all caution to the wind and try to drag Hot Gregory into bed? Very. No amount of drugs in the world would release my inhibitions enough to try that.

Chapter 4

Gregory

Evan fell asleep within a few minutes of being on the road. His soft snores filled the small space. I had to smile and shake my head at the whole situation. He gulped down a roofied drink in order to prevent someone from being hurt. Slightly shortsighted, but his heart was in the right place.

Thank goodness nothing more dangerous had been in that drink.

I made a mental note to call my lawyer first thing in the morning to make sure the man responsible was in a sufficient amount of trouble. There wasn’t anything that Evan could do legally. He had essentially stolen a drink, but the lady in question could make sure her rights were protected. The man deserved to be in jail for what he’d done.

I pulled my car into the gated community in which I lived and parked in my garage. Evan jolted awake once the engine shut off. I expected a moment of panic, not knowing where he was or why he felt the way he did. But instead, he looked over at me with a lazy smile on his face.

“My fantasies about you have never been this real,” he said. “Is this one of the dreams where you carry me across the threshold? Those dreams are my favorites.” His arm snaked across the center console and he began toying with my collar. His fingers brushed over my collarbone as he put his hand inside my shirt. My skin heated where he touched, and my dick twitched in my pants.

Goodness. If he wanted me to carry him in, I would absolutely try. I would see if all those hours at the gym paid off.

But first, we needed out of this car. I gripped his wrist gently and put his hand back on his side of the car. He pouted, and his gaze followed me as I exited and came around to the passenger side, helped Evan to his feet, and then swept him into my arms. He was smaller than me, and he fit nicely, tucked against me. He buried his nose in my neck and licked at my skin.

I groaned. “Evan, darling. Behave yourself.” Goodness, the last thing I needed was to be tempted by a man who could not consent to anything that was happening. Anything Evan said or did was under the influence of drugs, and just because he seemed to show an interest in me, that didn’t mean he actually had one.

“You never resist me in my fantasies, Hot Gregory. Stop doing that. I’m in charge here.”

I chuckled. “If you say so.”

Once we were inside, I carried him directly to the spare bedroom. My primary suite and spare room were on the first level. I’d never quite understood the need for an overly large house. Sure, I could afford it, but what the hell would I do with all the space? I had all that I needed with my space here.

After some consideration, I decided to take him into the main bedroom. Nine times out of ten I slept in my office or on the plush couch in the living room, conked out in front of the television. Because I spent so little time in my actual bedroom, the room was immaculate and the bed made. The white walls and basic furniture might as well have been in a hotel room for all the personality they displayed. I lay him on top of the comforter. He snuggled into the pillow.

“Oh, it smells like you. This fantasy is so real.”

His hand went to the bulge in his jeans. He pushed at his hard cock with this palm of his hand, and it caused the waistband of his pants to slip, revealing a lacy blue surprise.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the small bit of undergarment that was on display. I reached my hand out, ready to push his jeans aside, when I snapped out of it.

No. Absolutely not.

Evan was under the influence. I could not cross that boundary. I ran a hand through my hair and shook myself. Fuck. That had been close.

“Evan, Evan, listen. This isn’t a fantasy. This is reality, but I need you to behave.”

He unbuttoned the waistband of his pants and pushed his zipper down as his hand went inside. No doubt he was wrapping his hand around his cock. His skin was pressing against that blue lace I was trying hard not to look at.

“Oh, fuck.” I was going to hell. Thiswashell. My own fantasies about Evan never included having him incapacitated, but they certainly included having him in my bed touching himself like he was now.

The lacy lingerie now on full display had never even entered the equation. It would now.