SweetlyBad by Anya Breton Read Free Book Online

babysitting
kids who needed a little discipline. Maybe she should go easier on him.
    She turned once she reached the counter and promptly forgot
what she’d been about to do. Drew stood at the door wearing only a pair of navy
silk boxer shorts, looking like one of those mysterious perfume advertisements
with the smoking-hot foreign hunk. The vision of all those toned muscles coated
in golden skin made her mouth go cottony.
    He strode forward, heedless of the effect he’d had on her.
She remained motionless in her spot while he gathered up the plates of
half-gnawed pizza crusts. Strangely, Drew used the trashcan across the room.
    Was he trying to get her going by bending toward the
can when he could have easily dropped the paper plates in? And did he know the
silk left little to the imagination when he folded in half like that?
    Torment seemed to be his goal when he slipped behind her and
fetched the discarded Coke cans. He brushed against her thigh on the trip,
sparking awareness up her body. Again he showcased a perfectly plump ass when
he tossed away the cans. Erica swallowed a wistful sigh.
    She hadn’t actually let it out, had she?
    Drew returned to the counter, for what, Erica couldn’t
guess. His torment resumed when he sidled up to it—the surface hiding his lower
half. Posed like this she could imagine he was nude behind the furniture. All
that smooth…nearly perfect flesh. She focused on the two-inch wavy scar just
above his left pec. How had he gotten that?
    He exhaled softly through his nose. Erica’s attention
snapped upward. Her cheeks warmed at the knowing smile he’d adopted when he
caught her staring at his naked chest.
    Had he been awake in the other room while she stood gaping
like a teenager?
    “What can I do to make it up to you?” His velvety voice
lowered. “Erica?”
    Several suggestions graphically inserted themselves into her
thoughts, complete with limbs bending in impossible directions. Her neck seared
with embarrassment. Criminy, what was she doing ?
    She cleared her throat. “You took care of it before any
customers came.”
    The left corner of his lip twitched.
    Erica’s vision dipped to the six-pack etched in his abdomen.
She’d never seen one in person. Not even Jared was this physically fit.
    Stop , she silently hissed, forcing her attention up.
    Drew’s gaze made an attentive sweep over her chest, much as
she’d done to him. “I gotta say, you’re looking…fresh this morning.”
    His lame attempt at a compliment put her in attack mode.
“Yesterday I was fat. Today I’m fresh. What will I be tomorrow? Dapper?” Erica
twisted toward the computer, covering up her discomfort. She shouldn’t have
mentioned tomorrow. Chances were he’d be long gone by tonight.
    “I didn’t say you were fat. I distinctly recall saying you
were attractive.”
    “Whatever. I need to get some things entered—”
    A pair of hands gripped her waist. She’d heard no movement
and yet Drew had appeared behind her. How did he do that? More importantly, why had he done that?
    “So attractive that when I wasn’t thinking about my mother
last night, I was thinking about you.” Drew’s murmured words, and the intimate
waft of his breath, sent shivers against her neck until she worked out what
he’d said.
    “Yeah, um, that’s so not sexy. I hope you didn’t mean it
to—”
    He dropped a moist kiss to her neck. It was three times
hotter than the slopped kiss he’d given her yesterday. That made it half as
hard to ignore.
    “You’ve been fucking me with your eyes since I woke up,” he
said. “I’m more than game if you are.”
    Erica craned her neck until she could see his face. “Honey,
you’re not game.” Sarcasm thickened her tone. “You’re the whole damn
tournament.”
    He lifted his head from her shoulder. A blank look glazed
over his eyes. “What?”
    She opened her mouth to remind him of the list of women he’d
called yesterday. A quiet little voice whispered for her to shut