Anthony bit back a groan. Thea’s clever fingers continued to unbutton his shirt, skimming across his skin with a touch like a butterfly’s. His c**k pressed against the zipper of his jeans, almost painfully hard, and he’d only kissed her. She shot him an impish smile that boded ill for him.
He should push her away. And then he should go upstairs and lock his door for good measure. He should tell her this was a beyond stupid idea that would only get her hurt and him distracted. He needed to focus on his company. He needed to avoid entanglements with women who would want commitment. He needed to—
Thea kissed him over his heart, and his breath caught in his throat. It was such a small gesture, but it was like being pushed into a river. Swept away in the current, he could only kiss her again,
