Page 7 of Size Doesn't Matter

He’d never made out with a woman that fast before.

Seducing beautiful women within minutes of meeting them was Ethan’s domain, not his. The thought of which had him wincing, realising he’d just taken advantage of a vulnerable woman.

But when his eyes met hers again she was smiling. And laughing, her body shaking with barely there tremors as she reached out to straighten his shirt collar and smooth her hands over his shoulders and down his chest.

“This was fun,” she said, her eyes bright with light reflected from inside the ballroom. Then she lowered her gaze, and her smile grew shy. “Thank you.”

She was thanking him. For what? For kissing her? For mauling her like a wild animal who hadn’t gotten laid in months?

For rescuing her from a night of solitude and loneliness?

Because that’s what she’d done for him.

As it was, he still found it hard to believe she was even there, in his arms.

Sophie Bennett—his celebrity crush—had willingly and eagerly kissed him.

It was ridiculous. He was a grown man, for fuck’s sake. Known for his ruthlessness in the boardroom and, for those who knew him more intimately, his dominance in the bedroom. He’d outgrown crushing on girls a long time ago. Yet here he was, staring at the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, the urge to say something stupid like “You’re welcome” heavy on the tip of his tongue.

Gripping her hips tighter, he pulled her close again—close enough to let her feel his still-rampant erection—then swallowed down his disbelief and said, “Thank you for what?”

Lifting her face, she pinched her lush bottom lip between her teeth before letting it slip free, gifting him with another one of those coy little smiles. “For the fireworks.”

Jack couldn’t restrain his grin as he stared at Sophie. Her words, simple as they were, made him feel ten feet tall and bulletproof. Invincible.

Bold.

“May I walk you back to your room?” he asked, the devil on his shoulder filling him with hope.

Sophie’s eyes widened, and one corner of her mouth hitched up, transforming her smile into a lopsided grin, as though she wasn’t sure if she was pleased by his question or not. Jack didn’t often ask questions he didn’t already know the answer to, so the fact that she didn’t answer him immediately made his teeth itch.

He hated uncertainty. Especially when it looked like things might not go his way.

But then Sophie wriggled against him and leaned in close. Close enough that he could feel the heat of her lips brush over his. “No,” she said decisively, crushing his newfound hope. Then she cupped his cheek in one hand and his aching balls in the other. “But you can take me back to yours.”

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Jack turned his suddenly grinning face against Sophie’s hand and kissed her palm, then grabbed her wrist in his vicelike grip and dragged her back inside. It seemed he was fond of dragging her around. Like a caveman. A very sexy, well-dressed caveman who smelled like expensive cologne and tasted like the smoothest bourbon.

They made their way across the crowded ballroom, dodging dancing couples and waitstaff alike, and a small group of very enthusiastic exhibitionists who either didn’t realise they were drawing an audience or simply didn’t care. Nothing out of the ordinary for one of Ethan’s parties.

But Sophie couldn’t see Anna anywhere.

As they cut a swathe across the room, she checked her phone for messages or missed calls, but there were neither.Where is she?

Yanking on Jack’s hand to slow him down, she threw him an apologetic look and raised her voice against the noise of the party. “I need to call Anna. To tell her where I’m going.”

He nodded. “Let’s get out of here first. It’ll be quieter in the hallway.”

As soon as they exited the ballroom and the doors clicked shut behind them, the noise died down to a dull roar, and Sophie hit the speed dial for Anna’s phone number. Her friend picked up almost immediately. “Hey, babe! Happy New Year!”

Sophie sighed in relief. “Happy New Year. Where are you?”

“Ah, I just got back to our room. Why?” A male voice muttered something in the background, and Anna laughed, the sound sultry and low. “Where are you?” she asked, the tone in her voice searching, making Sophie’s lips quirk and her eyes roll.

“I’m outside the ballroom. I’m just calling to let you know I won’t be back to the room tonight.”

“See?” Anna said, the word drowning in smugness. “I told you Ethan would show up eventually.”

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