Every smartass, apathetic reply that might have sprung to his lips fled, along with all the blood in his brain. James stood there in the doorway of his private apartments, struck stupid with shock at what he just heard.
He sure as hell never saw this coming.
And although all good sense told him to deny Grace’s proposal – shut the goddamn idea down before another second passed – his mouth didn’t seem capable of speech. An erotic mental image burned instantly into his mind: Grace’s lips pressed against his skin, her sweet pink tongue lapping at him, her mouth drawing deeply from his vein.
He wanted that, he realised in a flash of disbelief.
Wanted it so badly he shuddered with the force of it.
“Bloody hell,” James muttered, finding his voice at last. “You’re insane. You are not coming w
