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head.
    Lauren frowned down at him. ‘Apart from the family room, you have nothing personal here. It’s as if you don’t really consider it your full-time home.’
    She thought of her parents’ mansion where her father had obsessively documented every minor event in her life with a photograph or framed certificate. Even her own apartment held a few prized possessions and treasured photographs.
    Grayson yawned, his shoulder muscles rippled in the golden light. ‘I only moved in a couple of years ago. I’ve got all that frou-frou stuff in boxes in the garage.’ He rubbed his hand over his chest. ‘One of my old girlfriends decorated the family room for me. I just haven’t had time to bother with the rest of it.’
    Lauren studied his unconcerned expression. How could he think such things were unimportant? She knelt up to confront him. ‘Don’t you know that your living space is a reflection of your personality?’
    Grayson shrugged. ‘Then I guess I lack a personality. I like white. It’s easy to keep clean, hides the dust and everything matches.’
    Lauren raised her eyebrows. ‘Why do men say that? I suppose I should be grateful you didn’t go the other way and decide everything should be black. It’s a shame you don’t live closer. I have so much stuff in storage at work – that is if you like retro.’ She dropped a kiss on his lips. ‘You know, a woman’s touch and all that.’
    Grayson grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his shaft. ‘Something else would appreciate a woman’s touch, if you’ve got the time.’
    Lauren squeezed harder and Grayson groaned. ‘If you can put up with my decorating advice, I’m sure I can fit you in.’ She knelt between his legs and bent her head, allowing the soft silky strands of her hair to drift over his thighs and groin. A bead of pearly moisture appeared and she flicked out her tongue to catch it.
    She loosened her grip as he grew larger. She slowly swirled her tongue over the tip of his erection, breathing in the scent of aroused male and the faint hint of leather. He caught her around the waist.
    ‘Do you want to see the rest of the ranch?’
    Lauren regarded him through her tousled hair. Her mouth was just a breath away from his engorged flesh. She pursed her lips and blew. He shivered and rocked his hips until his cock thrust against her mouth. Sitting back, she stretched, knowing his eyes were glued to her naked breasts, and enjoyed the corresponding pooling of heat between her thighs.
    ‘I think I’d like that, Grayson.’
    She leant forwards and kissed him, sliding off the bed as he reached for her. When he growled and unfolded his long frame, she made a run for the bathroom. He caught her in front of the mirror, pulled her into his arms and kissed her so thoroughly she had to lean against him for support.
    ‘Do you have a pair of jeans?’
    His question surprised her. ‘Of course I do, doesn’t everyone?’
    He smiled then and indicated her small overnight bag. ‘I meant in there.’
    Lauren bit her lip and attempted a lie. ‘I thought I might buy a pair here if I needed them. You do have shops don’t you?’
    Grayson snorted. ‘Well, we have Mrs Maxwell’s General Store and Emporium. She pretty much sells everything. We can go down tomorrow and take a look.’
    ‘Why do I need jeans? It’s not cold or anything.’
    Grayson strolled across to one of the walk-in closets and extracted a clean checked shirt. ‘This is a horse ranch, honey. It’s covered in horse shit. If you’re going to help with the evening chores, you’ll need some protection.’
    Lauren crossed her arms across her chest. ‘I know that! I’m not stupid. I just didn’t think you’d expect me to . . .’
    ‘Get your hands dirty?’ Grayson shook his head. ‘My ranch, my rules, Lauren. Either help me out or go home.’
    Lauren grabbed her bag. ‘Great, how long will it take me to get to the airport?’
    He turned towards her, his shirt in his hand and considered