The CEO's Seduction (A Hamilton Family 1)

Fuuuuccckkkkkk.

He glanced down, and sure enough, he was sporting an erection bigger than Texas, and there was no missing that fact thanks to his form-fitting boxer briefs.

“Shit.” Clearing his throat, he scanned the room for his shirt and tie. Her robe sat on a chair, so he crossed the room and picked it up. It was soft and smooth, and it smelled like her. His already-hard erection grew even harder. “Fuck.”

She choked on a laugh, or a groan, or maybe both. “Brett. It’s okay. It happens.”

“Just put this on.” He handed the pink robe to her and turned his back, as much to give her privacy as to allow himself a minute to get his cock under his control. “I don’t know what happened. Wyatt told me my room was the third door on the left.”

She snorted. “You went in the third door on the right. That’s what happened. Did you try to keep up with Cole and Wyatt again?”

“Yep.” His face heated up, hotter than the fires of hell. He’d never make that mistake again, though. It was bad enough he could still feel her flesh in his hand. Her ass pressed against his…aaaaaand he would stop that thought right there. It wouldn’t help him get rid of his raging hard-on. “Oops.”

“Yeah. Oops.” She laughed, but it was strained. “At least it was my door you picked instead of the one next door. That’s my parents’ room. You would have been significantly more embarrassed to wake up in their bed, I think.”

He winced. “You make a good point. If I had to climb into bed with a Hamilton, I’d definitely choose you.”

“Obviously. I’m the only one who doesn’t snore.”

“How would you know if you snore or not?” he asked, turning around cautiously. She wore the robe he’d given her, and it was secured tightly with the sash at the waist.

She raised a delicate brow. “Believe it or not, you’re not the first man in my bed.”

Well, shit.

Now he wanted to beat up some dude who dared to touch her. And even worse…he was…jealous. He couldn’t be jealous. Shouldn’t be jealous.

“Yeah. Of course not. I mean, look at you.”

Her eyes widened. “Was that a compliment?”

“You know it was.” He cleared his throat. “If I can find my shirt, I’ll go to my own room.”

“Oh. Right. I’ll help you look.”

She searched the room with him but the thing was, he stopped looking for his shirt and just watched her. That robe barely covered a damn thing. When she bent down and checked under the bed…he tried to stop himself from looking, but hell, he was a man. His gaze skimmed over her curves, like his hands itched to do, even though he knew he shouldn’t look.

And Jesus, the sweet curve of her ass when she bent over…

His feet moved him forward, and he didn’t even realize it until he stood directly behind her. Even his body was betraying him. He was reaching for her when she straightened, his shirt in her hand and spun around with a smile on her face.

“I found your—oof.” When she found him directly behind her, she stumbled backward with wide eyes. “Shirt.”

He caught her around the waist before she hit the floor. Yanking her close, he held her in his arms, unable to let go. Though he should. He really fucking should. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s f-fine.” She held his shirt to her heart. He’d never been as damn jealous of a piece of clothing before as he was now. “Here.”

He bit back a groan as he took the shirt from her because their fingers brushed, and it was too damn much after feeling her ass pressed against him. The smile froze on her face, and her gaze collided with his. And, oh hell, he saw desire.

She tightened her grasp on his shirt. “Brett?”

“Thanks for finding this.” He stepped back, forcing a smile. “I’ll go to my room now.”

“You’re faking it again,” she accused.

“Faking what?” he asked.

“Your smile.”

He laughed and waved over his shoulder as he headed for the door. “Good night.”

“Night.” He was almost free when she added, “Why do you keep acting like you’re empty inside and faking a smile, when we both know I can see through it?”

He stopped with his hand on the doorknob. It would be easy to walk away and not answer, but something inside him wanted to be honest with her. To let her see the real him in a way no one else could. “Because it’s me. It’s who I am. I’m empty inside. Always have been.”

She came up behind him and laid her hand on his arm. “I don’t believe that.”