Page 49 of Turn Me On

He flashes me a smile that’s vulnerable around the edges. “Good. I want you to, Zane. I want to make this happen. I can’t wait to deliver this for you.”

His passion and determination tug at my heart. His commitment to his job may even be sexier than those abs, and that’s saying something. “Me too,” I say.

A pause makes it clear we don’t have more to say about the deal. It’s clear, too, he’s not in a rush to get off the phone.

Nor am I, though I should cut this getting-personal convo off while I can.

Instead, I ask, “How was London?”

“Have you ever been?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

“I bet you’d love it there.”

“Why do you say that?”

Maddox hums thoughtfully, his brow furrowing as if searching for the answer. “It’s like you. It’s full of energy, excitement. Lots to see and explore, lots of interesting people.”

“Sounds great. I think I’d dig it.”

“You definitely would,” he says. “It’s the kind of city where you can wander for hours down alleys and across bridges.”

“I’d like that,” I say.

“And the nightlife is great too,” he adds. “Music, bars, clubs. If you like to dance…”

It sounds like the cusp of an offer to hit a nightclub. “I do. Do you?” I ask.

“Absolutely.”

“I’d take you dancing some night,” I say, spinning the start of another fantasy.

His lips twitch in a hint of a sly grin. “You would?”

“Hell, yeah. Take you out. Show you off,” I say.

Maddox drags his teeth against his lower lip. “It’d be dark in the club, the music too loud to talk. There’d be a sheen of sweat on my neck.”

I growl. “I’d move behind you. Kiss the sweat on your neck.”

His shoulders rise and fall. “You’d wrap an arm around my chest, lock me against you.”

“Curl my other hand nice and tight around your hip,” I continue.

“You’d drag me closer. Grind against me,” he says, casting a wickedly sexy spell.

“Everyone would know who you were going home with,” I say, my voice raw.

“I’d drive you so crazy we’d have to leave.”

Yes, fucking yes. “I’d take you home and fucking have you all night long.”

His eyes float closed, and I’m sure the rest of the scene is playing out as a dirty film inside his mind. I’m watching it too. And I’ll watch it again in slow-mo a little later.

Maddox opens his eyes, breathes heavily, then says, “So, that’s London for you. Like I said, you’d like it.”

“I would.” I bite my tongue, so I don’t saylet’s go sometime, you and me.