"You're going to regret this in the morning," he muttered. He bent his head, brushing a kiss against her forehead instead of her mouth, clinging to restraint. "I will stop by to see the look on your face." The corner of his lips tugged with wry amusement, masking the storm he was hiding.
"Good night, sexy." Her slurred farewell rolled off her tongue.
Winn gave a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he rose to his feet. Sexy. She thought him sexy. He adjusted his suit jacket, his body screaming at him for walking away, and headed out of the house.
Maybe he should have stayed with Sharona instead. She had offered coffee at her place while he waited for his Uber, her smile calm and unreadable, her presence alluring without being desperate. Sharona was a different kind of temptation—polished, deliberate, a woman who knew her worth.
She didn't fawn, didn't cling, didn't flirt, yet Winn had no doubt if he'd dropped his pants, she wouldn't have said no.
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