A charter on standby. “If you’re coming with me?”
She had her hand in his back pocket so when she said, “Sticking to you like glue,” he smiled so hard he felt his skin stretch.
“Sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
She tipped her face up to his. “It’s up there with I don’t feel like barfing when I’m with you.”
He laughed. A million stress molecules dropped from his body and died wriggling on the floor at their feet. “Marry a woman who stops you chundering.”
She rolled her eyes and then fixed them on his. “Marry?”
“That’s where we’re going. I don’t care if you don’t want anything official. If you don’t want to call it married. But I’m officially yours forever from the moment you kiss me.”
Evie’s brows shot down and the corners of her mouth kicked up. “That’s a big commitment.”
He smoothed a hand over her forehead and gathered her hair behind her head. “Nope, it’s as easy as breathing.”
“One kiss from the king of rock.”
“One of many for as long as you want them.”
She stood on her toes to get closer. “I want them all.”
His hands were trembling, so he held her tighter. “Sounds like forever to me.”
“How long have we got before we need to bug out?”
Long enough, as it turned out, to kiss thoroughly. Long enough to get very naked, for Jay to get very hard, for Evie to get very wet, and for them to make each other very happy.
And the rest as they say, is rock and roll.
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The other books in The One series are:
One Night with the Sexiest Man Alive
One Wicked Lick from the Drummer
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One Wicked Lick from the Drummer
One Wicked Lick from the Drummer
Shock made Mina halt mid-stride, lose her breath and her balance, take a step back and collide with the heavy glass door as it closed. It boosted her forward, forcing her to take an awkward little jump. She wobbled as her stiletto-clad ankle rolled and everything she’d been balancing on the flat of her laptop went flying; phone, notepad, pen, business card holder.
Thank Mary Magdalen she wasn’t carrying coffee. Thank the Pilates she didn’t land on her arse, legs over her head, date-ready Agent Provocateur underwear on show. But it was a close thing.
Ow, her ankle hurt, but wow, this could not be happening. She wasn’t supposed to walk into a new client briefing in the boardroom and meet her number one score. The music idol who gave her a night of nights to remember, secured her permanent retirement as a good time girl and set her on the course of being in the offices of Swire and Yallop Investments.
She especially wasn’t supposed to find that the past fifteen years had been enormously kind to him, and he was sexier than ever. And it was total bullshit that seeing him again had made her knees go weak, her mouth fall open and her whole body flash hot.
He could still rock her, and he hadn’t done anything but glance up as she’d staggered in.
“Mina, oh hell. Are you okay?” Caroline wrenched her eight months and nine days pregnant self out of her chair to help Mina and the two of them almost collided, grabbing onto each other to steady themselves.