Page 64 of My Hotshot

“And Lottie knows.”

“Uh, yes, babe.” I sat up fully. “These aren’t questions, are they?”

She nodded slowly. “Just saying it out loud. I think it’s better if we do.”

“I’ll agree with that,” I said, my voice softer now.

She turned to head back into the bathroom but then paused, spinning back toward me. “Did you actually have plans for us today?”

I shrugged. “Not really. Thought you could meet everyone—under better circumstances than last night.”

She laughed and crossed her arms. “You don’t think Yarder got the best of me last night?”

“I think Yarder understands you were under a hell of a lot of stress,” I said, sliding out of bed and moving toward her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her. Soft and slow, the kind of kiss that saidI’m here,even without words. Her hands found my shoulders, and she melted against me for a second.

“That probably wasn’t me putting my best foot forward with your Prez.”

I chuckled against her lips. “I just kissed you, and that’s the first thing you say?”

She gave me a playful smack on the shoulder. “I’m thinking aboutyou, idiot. What if he’s mad?”

“You have nothing to worry about. Yarder was probably impressed. Not many people stand up to him.”

“Right,” she drawled. “I’ll just avoid him for a couple of days and hope he forgets.”

“Whatever works for you, babe.”

She kissed me again—short this time—and then pulled back with a glint in her eye.

“Wanna take a shower with me?”

I raised a brow. “I thought you were worried about checking on Lottie.”

“I’m sure she’s still sleeping,” she said with a wicked smile and grabbed my hand. “And we’ll be quick.”

She pulled her shirt over her head, tossed it in my face, and leaned into the shower to turn the water on. The steam was already starting to curl in the air.

“That is if you think you can keep up,” she teased and stepped into the spray.

My mouth went dry watching her rub her hands up and down her body, her eyes locked on mine through the mist.

“You’re not playing fair, babe.”

She cupped her breasts and smirked. “Who said I’m playing?”

That was it.

I stepped out of my boxers and climbed in after her.

My hands found her waist, then slid up over her slick skin. She shivered at my touch, and I pulled her closer. The water cascaded around us, and I kissed her—deep, slow, savoring every second of her warmth under my hands.

Her fingers tangled in my hair. She tilted her head back as my lips moved down the column of her throat and across her collarbone. She gasped as my mouth closed around one nipple, while her hands caressed my back, exploring.

My breath caught as I raised my head, and her hand snaked around the front as she reached lower. Her hand wrapped around my cock.

“I need you, Lainey,” I groaned.

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