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yeah, he’d let her go back for seconds. Thirds. Hell, she could feast on him any time she desired.
    The thought of joining her in the shower, soaping up, and spending the rest of the hot-water heater’s allowance of steam licking her secret pink skin—and then fisting his hands in her hair as she took him deep—was not helping the situation in his pants.
    Water. He needed water. Cold water. And the only shower in the place was deliciously in use, and he wasn’t the type to draw a bath in the tub of the guest bathroom. Ice water. Kitchen. Move.
    It was all he could do to follow his commands when he got to the hall and her floral scent perfumed the air. The smell was a fist around his cock.
    In the kitchen, Grant dumped the rest of his coffee over ice and stood still listening for the sound of the water. Wondering if she was soaping up those glorious tits, paying extra attention to her sweet nipples. Were they the same peachy pink of her blush or would they be cinnamon sweet, like the freckles that dusted her shoulders? Come on, just a little tug, maybe take the edge off . But no, he’d be damned if he had a walking wet dream currently naked in his house and resorted to jacking off in his kitchen.
    His kitchen, of all places!
    Bess nudged his thigh, and he absently fished an ice cube out of his tumbler and tossed it to her. She yipped and jumped for it, then chased it round the tiles.
    At least someone in this house was happy.
    The water switched off.
    His breath caught somewhere in his chest. She was getting out of the shower now. Dripping. She’d probably wrap her hair up in that complicated twist of terrycloth women managed. Did Laurie pat herself dry? Or did she rub her towel over her body without remorse, rough and jerky motions that left her skin even pinker?
    He headed back to his office, a picture of nonchalance while inside he was cursing himself for inviting her in. “Damn your gentlemanly instincts, Everton.”
    Bess made some kind of snort-laugh-bark sound, and he knew her canine assessment was accurate. He was no kind of gentlemen. Gentlemen did not think about fucking their pretty landladies on hot summer weekends.
    “Thank you. I think I love you.”
    Grant was no gentleman.
    He looked up and she was standing in his doorway, perfumed and pink and lovely—and slightly shivering. The air cycled on and he watched her nipples poke through the thin cotton of her dress, the fabric cling to her damp thighs. White. It was white and damn near transparent.
    She was braiding her hair, and he wanted to rip the elastic band out of her hands. Wanted to rip the dress from her body and feast on her flesh.
    “I hope I’m not disturbing you.” Laurie walked a few tentative steps into his office, and the sweet smell of a thousand fragrant meadows followed. He felt a momentary sadness that she hadn’t used his soap, wasn’t branded with his scent.
    Disturbing him? Oh, she was disturbing him. He didn’t know his own mind. Had no power over the arms that reached out, grabbed the back of her thighs, and pulled her to him until she was standing between his sprawled legs, saying nothing as he rubbed his hands over her hips in small circles.
    “I’m not disturbed,” he said. Liar. Liar! Grant was a depraved lunatic harboring sexual fantasies involving the kinky possibilities of office supplies. “Distracted, maybe,” he confessed.
    “Mmm?” Her hum put him in mind of last night, when she was in the throes of pleasure, and he lengthened the sweep of his hands. Up and down her thighs, flirting with the edge of her dress but never delving underneath, he drew out those soft breaths and sighs he’d missed before.
    When she whispered his name, he tightened his hold on her hips and beckoned her forward. Laurie moved with him, her knees coming to rest on either side of his thighs in the roomy lounge chair.
    She landed with an exhale of air that he stole with his own lips.

Chapter 5
    G rant was devouring her . His lips and