Page 13 of Addicted to the Bad Boy
“Your payment went through just fine.”
Her eyes dart around the room. We both know what’s happening here. She’s just a little more timid than I am. I need to show her that it’s okay to want what she wants.
“You like to play games, don’t you?”
My lips twist into a crooked smirk. “Games?”
“You could have just asked me out when I showed up here the first time,” she says.
“A guy likemeask out a girl likeyou?”I laugh. “We both know how that would have gone, princess.”
Mira cocks her head to the side and crosses her arms over her chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know damn well.”
She scoffs. “And I’m just supposed to believe you showed up at Jayne’s by total accident when that dickhead was coming onto me?”
I move right in on her, cock throbbing with desire. “You wish I hadn’t? Would you have preferred I’d just let him keep his hands all over you like that?”
Mira’s eyes narrow. Got her.
She stares back at me, lips trembling, as blood rushes to my cock. Never in my life have I felt desire like this for a woman. Just having her in my presence turns me into a goddamn animal.
I can’t stop thinking of her perfect tits, her smooth thighs, and her soaked little slit. She’s a goddess made to be bred, and every snapshot I’ve taken of her is flashing through my brain.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” she mutters.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re undressing me in your mind.”
Christ, is she psychic? I move in closer and take her soft hands in mine. “And would something be wrong with that?” I ask. “Given what we’ve already done?”
Her breath catches in her chest before she shakes her head. “I’m en—engaged…”
“Are you married?”I ask. Again, she shakes her head.
“Then you don’t belong to anyone.”
Anyone but me.
She sways a little bit like she’s going to move away, but I slip my hand around her waist and pull her to me.
Her lips part, and her voice flutters. “Finn—”
I cut her off with a kiss, deep and enveloping. She moans into my mouth and arches her back, pressing her breasts into my chest, causing my cock to ache with furious need and desire. I’m burning all over with animalistic hunger.
This is where I belong.
Mira is my heaven.
I shouldn’t be thinking about laying her out on Slate’s desk and fucking her silly. Slate’s been nothing but kind to me, and I shouldn’t disrespect him like that. But goddamn, it’s Mira for Christ’s sake! How could Inotbe thinking that right now?
The spark between us is undeniable. It’s like being hit in the chest while simultaneously getting high on the world’s greatest heroin. Not that I’ve ever been into drugs.
I slide my hand up her leg, lifting the hem of her skirt, but that’s when she pulls back. Her eyes are smoldering, but I can’t tell if it’s anger or desire. “So is this how you treat all your female customers?”
“What?” I snap back in shock. She can’t be serious.
