Page 8 of Scandalous Lover

I’ll be damned if I’m not completely flattered by the way this woman is trying to get me into her apartment. It’s been a while since I was pursued like this.

Who am I kidding? I’ve never been pursued like this. Maybe I’ve never been pursued at all. I was never exactly the most eligible bachelor of my close-knit friend group.

It feels as warm and fuzzy as it is terrifying.

Because this girl is as off-limits as they come.

Naomi unlocks her door, and I follow her inside. The place is immaculate, just as I expected it to be. Chic, modern bohemian with a flare of…something. Maybe Texas? I wouldn’t be surprised if the culture rubbed off on her a bit. Hell, I’ve only been in town for a week and I’m already talking myself out of a new pair of boots.

“Do you want a drink?”

I shake my head. “I think I’ve had enough for tonight.”

She starts to walk into the kitchen, and I call after her. “You’ve had enough, too. If you plan on anything happening.”

She turns at the doorway and tosses me a flirty, incredulous look. I grin at her dramatic acting skills. “Why, Mr. Griffin. Was that you telling me what to do? I’m not sure at what point this evening you got the idea that I take orders from anyone.”

Her tone is heated and seductive. My cock responds, eager to play with the vixen.

“You can do as you please. But my limits are hard and fast.”

Naomi puts her hands on her hips and struts toward me, pouting adorably. “Do I need to pass a field sobriety test?”

She keeps walking until her chest is pressed right up against mine. With all our heated stares and arm holding over the last few hours, this is the first physical contact that feels intentional. I force my breath to steady as I look down at her fierce, green eyes, peering up at me from between her lashes.

“That’s not a terrible idea,” I manage.

She takes a step back, and the loss of her body heat sends a chill through me. I actually shiver.

“Shall I walk a straight line? Stand on one leg and touch the tip of my nose? Recite the ABC’s backwards?”

“Dang, girl, how many field sobriety tests have you been given?”

She tosses a flirty smirk that goes straight to my cock. All this waiting, all these games, they’re killing me. But I have to be careful. I could be putting my whole life and livelihood on the line here. There’s no way I’m going through with anything if she’s drunk.

“I just watch a lot of TV.”

“Stand on one leg and do the nose touching.”

I watch as Naomi obeys my command, enjoying the sight ofher bending to my will far more than I was expecting. When she brought up the field sobriety test, it made me feel a bit like a manager. Now that she’s balanced there a foot away from me, tapping her fingers against her nose without breaking eye contact, I feel like a different kind of boss.

“Did I pass?” she whispers, still hovering on one leg.

I nod and close the distance between us.

This could be the biggest mistake of my life, but there’s no fighting it.

My lips touch hers, and it’s instant fire. She leans into the kiss, eyes tightly closed, and I watch her for a long moment before surrendering completely. My hands finally get their way, landing on her shoulders first and sliding down the soft skin of her arms to her hands.

She gives me a little squeeze as my fingers graze her palms, and I take that as encouragement. As my hands make their way around her luscious hips to grip the ass I’ve been watching all night long, I press my tongue into her mouth, forcing her to open for me.

The taste of her is better than I ever could have imagined. Sweet and salty, like a dessert. The feel of her warmth beneath my hands as I run them down her back and over her ass, giving her full booty a little squeeze as I make my way down to the bare skin of her thighs and then back up, trailing my fingers up her bare legs and under her short, tight skirt.

When she pulls away, I’m almost expecting it.

Almost relieved.

“Wait,” she says breathlessly.

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