Page 98 of Carnal Games

To do list: find this gym to see him in action.

I swallow against the lust currently taking my body hostage, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes curling in my big-ass slippers. My hard nipples chafe the inside of my bra, my belly tightening and pussy quivering, in need of attention.

His attention.

As he struts closer, his tattoo moves in a slow dance over his ripped muscles, trapping me in a trance. I notice the beads of perspiration on his tanned skin, itching to taste it on my tongue like a thirsty wanton woman.

Is this what women see when he’s fucking them?

Those abs rippling, that sweaty chest, and his deep voice groaning in their ear?

A nasty case of jealousy boils my insides.

He’s mine…roars mypossessive and obsessed mind.

Being around him is like orbiting around the sun and not being able to do anything about the flames licking my skin.

I burn, and burn, and burn.

While he’s clueless to my torment.

His apartment door traps me from behind while his huge body cages me from the front as he stops before me. He’s not even in my personal space, yet I feel crowded and owned.

An unstoppable urge lifts my arm, intent on feeling the tempting tattoo.

Kian’s muscles tense, and he steps back.

I drop my hand with a start.

What the hell am I doing? Touching him while being engaged to his brother? Kian doesn’t know it’s a sham, and the last impression I want to make on him is that I’m a cheater.

Yeah, because drooling over him a second ago did a banging job of doing the opposite.

Why couldn’t he have shown interest in me before I stupidly got engaged?

“I’m sorry,” I whisper in a rush, twisting my arm behind my back.

“Why are you standing outside my door at eight in the morning on a Sunday, Miss Mannan?”

Oh, yes. The mission. “Breakfast.”

He arches one impassive eyebrow.

I nervously lick my lips. “I thought we could have breakfast.”

“Inappropriate and unprofessional.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t get the memo where you turned this residential building into your office.” My sarcasm is met with silence. “Is roaming around shirtless one of the rules? If so, my wrap dress shouldn’t have been a problem on Friday.”

I don’t know why I continue to toy with him. He hates it, becomes exasperated. Almost like he wants to throttle me. Though, he tries his hardest to visibly not react.

I wait for his reprimand. A favorite of his when it comes to me.

“Would you like it to be?” He hums low.

At first, I’m too stunned he’s engaging with me.

And no, I won’t like it to be. Because I’d be too busy pulling every single woman’s eyeballs out to be able to enjoy the benefit. Of course, I can’t say it out loud. “See now, that would be very inappropriate and unprofessional. But having breakfast with your neighbor? That’s not the same.”

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