Page 48 of Boss with Benefits

Brady slid an arm around her waist. “It’s okay, babe. We can go home.”

“Home?” Greta gaped at them. “She was telling the truth? You are married?”

It was their turn to ignore Greta. Brady paid their bill on the way out, and he helped her to the car. Without his strong arm around her, she probably would have face-planted in the parking lot. Maybe it was what she deserved for causing a scene. Now she’d ruined everything. If Randy found out, she’d lose her son forever.

What was wrong with her?

Having Brady in her bed was not worth losing her baby. She should have let Greta have him if Brady was on board. Knowing him, he would have at least been discreet.

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She went straight to their bedroom when she got home, leaving Brady to pay the nanny and check on their sleeping son. Her new way of thinking stopped her cold midway across the floor. She was getting way too comfortable with the idea of having Brady in her life. Maybe it was the alcohol messing with her brain, but she was starting to think of Axl astheirson, not just hers.

Brady would freak out if he could read her mind.

Sitting on the edge of their bed, she removed her heels. What was wrong with her tonight? She had tried to stake a claim to a man who didn’t truly belong to her and didn’twanttobelong to her. If she lost Axl to Randy because she couldn’t hold her liquor, she’d never forgive herself.

In an angry flash, she threw her shoe across the room.

“Whoa,” Brady said from the doorway. “Hope that wasn’t meant for me.”

She glared at him. “No. Of course not. It was meant for me. If I could throw it like a boomerang and hit myself in the face, I would.”

One of his eyebrows went up. “Why?”

She scoffed. “What do you mean why? I blew it tonight. I acted like a drunk idiot in front of everyone, including the paparazzi, and tomorrow it will probably be all over social media. I acted like—”

“A wife. You acted like a wife.” Hands in pockets, he grinned at her. “It was perfect. I couldn’t have scripted it better myself if I tried.”

She blinked. “Huh?”

“Babe, you were awesome. Think about it. What wife would put up with a gorgeous model hanging all over her husband? You did the right thing.”

She scoffed. “I wouldn’t call Greta gorgeous.”

“You would be in the minority then. Greta is one of the most sought-after models working today.”

Jessica scowled at him. “Do you think she’s beautiful?”

He chuckled deep in the back of his throat. “I am not falling into that trap.”

“Seriously, Brady. Are you attracted to Greta? Did you want to dance with her tonight? Did you want to go home with her?”

He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She wobbled. His hands went to her hips, steadying her. The breath caught in her throat, and she realized she was having trouble thinking clearly with him so close.

What were they talking about? Her thinking had turned fuzzy.

His gaze dropped to her mouth, and she absently nibbled on her lower lip.

His eyes locked with hers, and he slowly lowered his head, giving her a chance to stop him. She didn’t know why he was so hesitant. They’d made love several times. Maybe he thought she might be too drunk to understand what he wanted, and he was giving her a moment to figure it out.

She raised up on her tip-toes and kissed him. Their mouths met in a slow, lingering kiss that lit a fire in her. She wanted more. Her hands went to work pulling at his clothes. She tried to unbutton his shirt, but her fingers felt abnormally clumsy. They slipped several times.

He brushed her hands away and removed his own shirt along with his tie, shoes, and pants. Standing there in his boxers, he looked hotter than a beach near the equator in July. Instead of undressing herself, she sank down on the edge of the bed and watched him. Brady had the most amazing body any man could have. He kept himself in excellent shape. She realized in that moment Brady should be on the other side of the camera, a gorgeous model instead of a photographer. Artists should be sculpting him in clay, capturing his male beauty in oils, and chiseling his likeness in marble.

She giggled at her own thoughts.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

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