Page 60 of What Happened Last Night

She rested her forehead on my shoulder. “It’s going to get worse.”

“So it gets worse.” Though I couldn’t think of anything much worse than Luna’s mother nearly seeing my bare ass. “I’ll deal with it.”

She took a shaky breath, and I realized that part of her had been worried. Had she thought I wanted to call it off? I tightened my arms around her, and she unfolded, sliding her arms around my waist and pressing her cheek to my shoulder.

“I’ll tell them to leave you alone,” she said against the fabric of my T-shirt.

I rubbed her back, feeling how warm she was against me. When was the last time I’d hugged a woman? It was so long ago. “Don’t fight with your family. They’re curious about me, and they care about you. It’s actually kind of nice that they’re looking out for you. Though I feel singled out. They could have vetted the finance bro better before you dated him for so long.”

She huffed out a laugh. “They all hated Trey. Especially Katie.”

“His name was Trey? Come on.”

She sniffed once, though I could tell she was amused. “Yes, that was his name, and we shall never speak of him again.”

“He’s a douchebag, not a supervillain,” I countered. “I’m more worried about Mr. Reasonably Well Groomed, to be honest. That guy sounds like real competition.” The most recent boyfriend, I recalled, was the one her entire family had loved. The one they thought Luna should marry.

Luna seemed to be enjoying this hug as much as I was, because she squeezed me with seemingly no intention to move away. “I don’t want to talk about Brant, either.”

“Brant? You’re joking. That isn’t a real name.”

Her shoulders shook softly. Laughter.

“Tell me where he works,” I said. “I’ll buy the company, then fire him from it. Then hire him back, then fire him again, just to fuck with him.”

“You can’t be jealous,” she said, though part of me definitely was. I had money going for me, and that was it. No woman had ever been attracted to just my looks or my introverted personality. Working with rock stars all day—even decent ones who were in relationships—kept your ego in serious check. You couldn’t think you were hot shit when you spent time with rock stars.

I had to remind myself that Brant had ended the relationship by going away for the weekend with another woman. Surely I could do better than that, couldn’t I?

“Tell me where he works,” I repeated. “You know, just for my curiosity. No other reason at all.”

“He works for the state tax department.”

“Hmm. I can’t buy the state just yet, but give me time.”

She leaned up and kissed my jaw, just below my ear. “Now who’s a supervillain?”

That kiss made my body go white hot. I took a second to try and maintain control.

“Will?” Luna asked.

“Boss and secretary,” I gritted out.

“What?” she asked, confused.

I cleared my throat. “The porn I watch. Lately it’s been the boss-and-secretary kind. I can’t think of why.”

She was silent, stunned.

“Not that I watch it often,” I continued. “Just the occasional—”

She kissed me, eager and hot, and then her hands slid into my sweatpants. Apparently, talking about my porn habits sent her from zero to sixty. We tumbled onto the bed, and she helped me tear her pants off along with her underwear and toss them to the floor. I braced myself over her on the bed and pressed my fingertips into the warm, soft flesh on the inside of her opened thigh.

“Say it,” I said.

Her gaze was hazy and her grip dug harshly into my bicep. “Will,” she breathed.

“Say it,” I repeated.

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