Page 131 of Carnal Games

Her lips part as she inhales, having been caught red-handed. Pouting at me innocently, she drawls, “Was I not allowed in there?”

“I didn’t know it needed to be said.”

“Are you hiding something that you don’t want me seeing?”

“It’s impolite.”

“Is that a yes? You are hiding something,” she teases with a sparkle in her pupils. “Is the back of your closet a getaway to the world of Narnia?”

“Narnia?” Again, I’m at a loss.

“Oops! Sorry.” She rolls her eyes, doing an exaggerated face-palm. “I forgot I’m talking to a caveman with no TV. It’s a fantasy movie trilogy based on a book.”

I raise a brow. “Are you calling me old?”

“The proof is all over your house, Kian.”

Brat.“Don’t go knocking off reading unless you’ve tried it.”

“If you agree to watch movies with me.” She issues it as a dare, confident that I’ll back out of it.

“Fine.” I smirk. “Pick one for us to watch this weekend.”

“By the way, I do read. Just not about history.”

“Yeah? What books?”

“I read…” She trails off as twin spots of color darken her cheeks. “Thrillers.”

“What kind of thrillers?”

The blush on her face deepens as her fingers begin playing with the ends of her hair. “With weapons, red flags… Poles.”

“Poles? Sounds thrilling.” I notice her squirming, urging me to keep probing. She’s hiding something. “Who’s your favorite author then?”

“Rosalie.”

“Your best friend Rosalie?”

“Ro is a famous author,” she proudly says. “She writes thrillers, which is how I got into reading.”

The tidbit equal part stuns and impresses me, reminding me to never judge a book by its cover. I’m about to ask Iris some more questions, enjoying listening to her talk, when a yawn escapes her, giving away her tiredness.

“Time for bed.” I rise from the table, gathering the plate and the glass. “Come on.”

“But the dishes—”

“I’ll be doing them.” My tone is stern. “As long as you’re cooking, you’re never touching the dishes afterward.”

Trying hard to stay awake, she gives me a thumbs-up. She’s exerted herself too much. I’ve already touched her one too many times, so I restrain myself from picking her up in my arms and carrying her to the room.

Despite her tiredness, she waits while I wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen.

“You didn’t taste the cookies,” she comments. “Don’t like chocolate?”

“I’ll have them in the morning.”

Switching off the lights, I make my way to her. Her tongue sweeps over her bottom lip as her gaze travels down my body. The sensual haze in those striking orbs sends a zap straight to my cock.

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