Page 51 of Betrayed in the Dark
I jump across the table, slamming my hand over his mouth. My eyes dart around the room to ensure no one is nearby. I look him dead in the eye. “I meant,” I say calmly, “we need to talk about how that can never happen again.”
He mumbles against my palm, so I let my hand fall as I sink into my seat.
“Tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself,” he says, arching a brow and waiting for me to defy him.
“I didn’t,” I grit out.
Hetsks. “Look at you. Lying again.”
“I’m not—”
“I still taste your orgasm on my tongue.”
Heat creeps up my neck as I look away, biting the inside of my cheek. “We shouldn’t have done that,” I say softly. I glance back at him. “You have no idea…” I stop myself from finishing that thought, shaking my head.
He truly has no clue as to what we’re risking.
“No idea about what?” He sits up straight, his attention focused entirely on me.
“Nothing.” I scan the room, brushing an irritated hand through my hair. “Where is Elena?”
Eli picks up the sample of the chocolate ganache and swipes his finger through the rich filling, coating the tip of his finger in the decadence. He eyes me like a predator, a coy smile spreading on his face as he holds it toward me and says, “Taste.”
I swallow hard. “I already tried it.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t think you did. In fact, I believe this is the only one you haven’t tried, which is odd considering how much you love chocolate.”
I groan internally. He’s right, of course. But I purposely didn’t try it because I didn’t want to know what I would be missing out on.
Coincidentally, it’s the exact same reason why we shouldn’t have fooled around a few nights ago.
He arches a brow, challenging me.
And because I’ve clearly lost my mind and all sense of reason, I lean forward and part my lips. His chocolate-coated finger rests on my tongue as I suck off the contents, my eyes closing. A moan flees me as the decadent flavor erupts over my taste buds.
“Fuck, Princess,” Eli breathes harshly.
My eyes open, finding him staring at me like I’m the most important thing in his world.
But that can’t be right.
Can it?
“Hey, Angel. I miss you.”
One letter—Four words.
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
Abruptly, I pull back and grab the closest napkin, patting it against the corners of my lips. Warmth blooms across my cheeks as I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear, staring down at the table.
What the hell am I doing?
Nothing can happen between me and Eli.
Not anymore.
Two fingers hook under my chin, tilting my head up until my eyes meet his.
