Pulled Under. Kelli Ireland

lips barely touching. “Books?”

      She arched a brow, never breaking eye contact. “I don’t think I misled you, did I? I was under the impression we both understood why I was here tonight.”

      Levi swallowed loud enough she heard him over the general noise. “I’m disappointed that’s where you want me to take you, but I’m sure we can work something out.” With a wink, he put distance between them and started down the hall, bare butt cheeks flexing with every step.

      Admittedly enjoying herself, she followed the man down the hallway toward the light. Every step was a personal struggle, a battle almost, to keep her eyes off that taut ass in front of her.

      In the end, if it had been a true battle, she’d have flown the white flag of defeat without regret.

      The view was totally worth it.

      * * *

      LEVI KEPT HIS stride long, his movements brisk enough to force Harper to jog at times to keep up. It wasn’t the kindest thing for him to do, considering the stilettos she sported, but he was frazzled. Seeing her tonight, a dark-haired bombshell who dripped sexuality one minute and then seemed uncomfortable with it the next? It made him curious about her story, because the one thing he’d learned between this business and a hell of a lot of pillow talk was that everyone had a story. That curiosity often got him in trouble, though rarely with women. He never had problems keeping his interest in check regarding the women who passed through his life, and Harper was passing through.