Page 56 of All Your Reasons Why

She didn’t think it was idiotic then. I didn’t imagine her reaction. Her softly moaning against my lips, arching her back, pressing her firm, slender body against me, the sweet taste of her mouth ...

I had to—very reluctantly—peel her off of me because I didn’t want us to get busted by the paparazzi.

And now I’m hard again.

I scowl, glad nobody else is in the elevator, and I quickly reach down and adjust my pants to hide it. I hope. Fortunately, I’m wearing reasonably loose-fitting khaki cargos today.

I try my usual go-to, imagining every disgusting thing I can think of. Rotting food. Rats running across the street. Political talk shows.

Nope. Rowan’s face keeps swimming in front of my vision and the blood keeps rushing south at the memory of that kiss, which was anything but idiotic.

It was hot and sweet and sticky and hungry and ...

Okay.

And not going to happen again.

Probably.

I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and walk down the hall to knock on the door of Rowan’s office.

Then I just shrug and walk in, without waiting for an answer.

Rowan is standing up by the door, wearing one of her “I mean business” navy suits, with a steely, determined look in her hazel eyes. Uh-oh. The last time I saw that look on her face, I ended dressed up as a cock. A cock who got no satisfaction.

“What?” I demand. “What evil do you have planned for me today, devil-woman? Be warned. I’ve taken two and a half self-defense lessons, and I carry pepper spray.”

She doesn’t smile. Instead, she shuts the door.

She looks me up and down.

“Okay, I am going to tell you something, and you need to take this in the least sexual way possible.”

I give her a wry smile. “Ouch.”

“You also need to promise not to report me to human resources. This is not a pass, repeat after me, this is not a pass. Say it.”

I arch my eyebrows at her. “I will do none of the above, but color me intrigued.”

There’s a grimly determined expression on her face. “Take off your pants.”

I burst into surprised laughter.

“I’m serious. Actually, turn around and take off your pants.”

“My underwear ads not doing it for you anymore? Rowan, I have an entire catalog I can give you. And I will personalize and autograph every single page.” Also, has she gone crazy?

Also, why am I hesitating?

I mean, I’m hard as a rock every time I think about her these days. So what’s the problem?

Oh, what the hell. I’ve never been known as shy.

I turn around and unbuckle my belt.

“Stop,” Rowan cries out.

I turn around again, buckle my belt and shake my head at her. “Rowan, you are the very definition of mixed signals.”

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