His slacks slide down his legs, pooling at his feet.
Until he’s left in nothing but tight boxer briefs.
I forget how to breathe.
He’s all muscle, all power. Perfectly sculped, every inch carved from stone. And when he turns, when he walks into the closet and shoves his boxers down…
I suck in a sharp breath.
His ass is magnificent. Sculpted. Muscular.Bitable.
He pulls on a fresh pair of boxers, completely unaware of my internal crisis, and heads toward the bed.
A chill runs down my spine.It’s not fear. It’s lust.
“What are you doing?” I squeak out.
He stops mid-step. His brows furrow. “Getting ready for bed?”
“Why are you naked?”
He looks down at himself, confused. “I’m not naked. I’m in my boxers.”
“You’re practically naked.”
He shrugs. “I always sleep like this. Clothes make me too hot.”
“You can’t get in here like that.”
His lips twitch. “I’ve slept in my boxers next to you the past two night.”
I freeze, realization dawning.
“But I didn’t know.”
“Now you do.”
That doesn’t make it okay.
I glare at him. He has the audacity to look amused.
“We just haven’t gone to bed together yet,” he adds smoothly. “But that’s going to change.”
“What?” I barely breathe the word.
He just smirks.
Fine. I’m not playing this game. I turn my back to him and scoot as far to the edge of the mattress as humanly possible. Not that it’ll do any good. By morning, I already know where I’ll be.
If this is how it’s going to be from now on…
I don’t stand a chance.
Chapter 22
Matthias
After a pleasant morning of waking Margot up with coffee in bed, I sit in my office getting some work done. Or at least, trying to. My focus is better than yesterday, but my mind still drifts to her far too often.
