Page 63 of Worth the Risk

“Mm-hmm.” My breath hitches as he reaches out and places his hands on the sides of my neck, his thumb brushing ever so slightly over my lips. “If I stay in the contest, do your dog and pony show, you don’t lose your job.”

“That’s right.” I nod while breathing a silent sigh of relief. That’s all Rissa explained to him and not the exploitation of his backstory. “What do you want in return?”

His grin is lightning quick as I realize what I just implied, and he laughs before stepping closer, so every time I inhale, my chest brushes ever so softly against his. The sensation is subtle but damaging as hell to the dryness of my panties.

“No more games, Sidney.” I nod in blind agreement when I have absolutely no clue what he means by that. “No more planted articles. No more manipulated photos. And you keep Luke out of everything.”

“Okay.”

He leans forward, and I close my eyes in anticipation of his kiss, but the heat of his breath on my ear is just as arousing when he speaks. “After you finish, I’d like for you to come on out to the party.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” This isn’t even a good idea because anyone could walk in here right now and see us. The thought is fleeting because when Grayson leans back, his lips are a whisper from mine, and his thumb is rubbing back and forth over the dent in my collarbone.

“Why not?” His breath hits my lips and taunts me to lean forward and taste his.

“Because I’ve already been warned about the impropriety of us being seen together.”

“So?”

“If you win, there could be a case that you did because of bias.”

Kiss me.

“I don’t care what people think. I haven’t for a long time.”

Kiss me.

“I know, but keeping my job is kind of important.”

His eyes are unrelenting as desire swims in them plain as day, and he nods in acknowledgment.

Kiss me.

“For the record, Princess. It is a bad idea . . . but it doesn’t make me want you any less.”

Then take me.

But all I do is gasp a quick intake of breath as his hands leave my skin.

He takes a step back.

“Figure out how you’re going to hide what’s between us in this nosy little town.”

And he turns on his heel and walks out, leaving me staring after him and wanting him so bad it hurts.

“Is there a reason you keep looking up to that window,” Grant asks as he lifts his beer toward the offices of Modern Family.

“No reason.” I shrug off the comment with a long tug on my beer.

The air is thick with the scents of hay and cotton candy and fried food. Main Street is so crowded you can barely move, and thank fuck Grady found the three of us a table to sit at while the women took the kids to the carnival end for a bit.

“Then where’d you disappear to?” Grady asks with a smirk that tells me he damn well knows. Considering he was the one standing next to me when Rissa told me Sidney was still up there working, I would have thought it was obvious anyway.

“To the john.”

“I have a feeling you were whipping your dick out, all right, but it wasn’t to take a piss,” Grady continues.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” I ask. His shit-eating grin is enough for me to want to punch him just to knock it off his lips.