Page 18 of Playful Kris

The second that Damon is out of range, I whirl on Kris.

“Were you dropped as a baby? Why would you do that?”

He just smiles down at me, and I have to repeat to myself over and over again,You cannot knee this man in the balls, in a public area, while on the job.

Your job, Kameron. Don’t forget your job.

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KRIS

Oh, she’s pissed.

And I wish I cared, I really do. I mean, I hate that she’s mad at me, but she’s so damn hot when her little ears turn red.

Her being pissed off is a major turn on for me.

Which, now that I think about it, is probably why our relationship was so rocky to begin with.

Besides, I did her a favor. She didn’t really want to go out with that tool, and I actually do need to talk to her about what she’s wearing to the wedding.

“Now that’s just mean,” I say in response to her question.

Granted, I’ve never been told if I was dropped or not, so jury is still out on that one.

“So was interrupting a conversation.” She fake smiles at me, blinking dramatically.

“If you would have just told me what you were going to wear earlier when I asked you, I wouldn’t have had to interrupt,” I point out, then lean forward as her face changes.

She almost looks nervous to be around me right now. Like she can’t trust herself, because she pales slightly.

“You know how I feel when you get all pissed off at me, and you remember what came after when we made up, right?” I whisper in her ear, she swallows. I pull back to look at her throat, watching as she tries to compose herself after thinking of the reminder.

Our make up sex was some of the hottest shit. Actually, it wasthehottest shit I ever did.

When you piss Kameron off, she’s wild as fuck in the bed.

“Why are you here, Kris?” She moves her hand to cover her neck, as if that would stop me from seeing the red tint grow deeper on her skin.

“I told you, I want to know what you’re wearing to the wedding.” I shrug, trying to pretend like she’s not getting to me.

And just as I suspected, my nonchalantness is pissing her off more.

“This is my job, and I told you I wasn’t sure what I was wearing. I’ve actually not even given it much thought. I still have time,” she snaps.

Her tongue darts out, swiping along her bottom lip, and there goes my mind.

The only thing I can think about now is how good those lips feel wrapped around my cock. I have high hopes for our weekend together, but I just don’t think she’ll give in as easily as I wish she would.

After seeing Kam in person, and watching her throughout the last few hours since I got here, she’s changed.

She’s more mature, she’s grown in life. While she’s still sexy as fuck, I know she’s not down for a quick fuck either. She’ll be embarking on that part of her life where she wants to meet someone, settle down, be in a serious relationship. You know, the whole picket fence and two point five kids shit.

Shit that I have no interest in ever doing.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

My eyes dart back to hers.

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