Page 56 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

And I listened.

“Hey, that shirt was a little small. You got any bigger ones?” he asks behind me.

I turn around and every thought in my head just disappears. He’s standing by the couch in grey sweatpants, shirtless, and my eyes drop before I can stop them. The outline of his cock is right there—front and center. Not that I’ve ever seen one in person, but I mean, I’m not an idiot.

I drag my gaze back up, and that doesn’t help either. His abdomen is covered in tattoos, chest hair, and muscle layered under all of it. And his abs—fuck me. I want to lick them. I have no idea where to look first. He’s staring at me, and it takes a second to remember he asked me a question.

“Uh, yeah.” I turn, digging through the bags until I find a bigger size and pass it to him. “Here.”

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. Totally fine.” I keep my eyes on the counter, lining things up that don’t need to be lined up.

“Okay, weirdo,” he says, sliding the shirt on and settling on the couch.

I grab our snacks and set them on the coffee table, flopping onto the couch and turning so I’m facing him, sitting cross-legged.

“What?” I ask, already chewing.

“You always sit like that?”

I shrug. “Yeah. Why?”

He studies me for another second.

“No reason.”

I give him a look that clearly says, You’re a dumbass, and reach for the box of Fruit Roll-Ups. I tear one open and toss it to him. He catches it, already ripping his open. I watch as he takes it, sticks out his tongue, and presses it into the sticky surface.

“What are you doing?”

He peels it back and sticks his tongue out at me.

“Look.”

There’s a smeared little butterfly on it. I blink and start laughing.

“It’s a tattoo,” he says, grinning.

I shake my head, still laughing. Michael Amato—billionaire CEO—is sitting in my living room, on my couch, giving himself a Fruit Roll-Up tattoo.

“You’re kind of cute,” I say.

He stops chewing his Fruit Roll-Up and tilts his head, eyeing me. He leans in, planting his hands on the cushion right next to me. I shift closer too, and our lips meet. His mouth is warm and soft at first, but he pushes his tongue past my lips quickly, sliding it against mine. The strawberry flavor hits me right away, sweet and sticky from the roll-up, mixing with his breath as we kiss.

He doesn’t pull back. Instead, he presses forward, his body shifting over mine. He guides me down until my back hits the couch cushions. I let myself sink into them. My legs part a little as he braces his arms on either side of my head, his weight hovering above me. Our mouths stay locked. His breath comes hot against my skin, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

As he presses down, I feel it: his cock hard and thick through his sweatpants, right against my thigh. It’s throbbing faintly with each movement, and it sends a rush straight through me.

“Okay,” I say, breaking the kiss. “Maybe we should watch a movie or something.”

He hovers there for a second, his hand brushing gently across my face.

“Okay, Doll. Whatever you want.”

He leans back, and I shift to the far corner of the couch, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. I stare straight ahead, but I can feel him watching me. I refuse to look.

Nope. Not happening. You met him two days ago, Katie. Absolutely do not fuck him yet.