Page 35 of Dangerous Strokes

“Sounds like it will be our first date.” I feel the heat in my cheeks. Why, though? We’ve already slept together—many, many times.

“We could do a movie too, if you want to keep it classic.” He laughs, his features brightening up all at once as he gazes at me from under his low eyebrows, the uptilt toward the temples giving him a mischievous quality. Even with the slight crook of his otherwise straight nose, the godlike beauty of this man makes me weak in the knees.

“Next time.” I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him down to me and pressing a long, soft kiss to his full lips.

We sink into ourselves, deep enough that his hands are now kneading my ass, rolling my cheeks and making me a whole mess between my thighs. His brother’s voice startles us into reality, calling him. Ronan swears against my lips, nibbling at my lips as I start laughing.

His erection is now blatantly visible against the dark blue suit trousers, and he gives me a menacing look when I shrug and start backing away into the bedroom.

“Work is calling, baby,” I tease.

“I might let itringa little longer.”

He’s about to pounce on me, when a knock sounds on the door and Finn’s voice comes through.

“Did you hear me? We got to go, Carter just called.”

“Coming! Give me a minute!” he shouts back.

He’s readjusting his cock, and I didn’t realize I was licking my lips until his eyes turned hungry on them.

“Okay. So, I’m going to go to the bathroom, because at this rate, you will never leave this bedroom,” I say, going to him to press a quick peck on his cheek before I scurry away. “See you at seven.”

I shut the door behind me, locking it before I flatten my back to it, exhaling so loudly I’m sure he heard me from the other side.

What did I get myself into?

* * *

Hanna looks at me with an inquisitive gaze as she holds the straw of her cocktail between her slender fingers.

It’s already our fourth day here and we’re still nowhere close to doing what we came here for—restocking our supplies for Bovely Island. We’ve been out on a couple of dates, a few times with the rest of the guys too, and today, Hanna and I have been exploring more of Queenscove. Still, neither of us has mentioned even once anything about when our time here will end.

We’ve done a great job of avoiding our reality.

After stopping at the penthouse to change into something a bit more stylish, we decided to go to an outdoor cocktail lounge, close to the beach so we can enjoy the salty breeze of the early evening. Being here outside the context of work is different. With no security with us either. Our guys are gone; we relieved them of their duties when we decided we were going to do this crazy thing… taunt the men of a damn criminal organization.

“You’re different, you know,” my best friend says, a strange smile on her lips.

“What are you talking about?”

“You look more… settled within yourself. Like your skin fits you better now.”

What a strange thing to say.

All I can do is narrow my eyes as I try to understand her words.

She shakes her head and grins.

“I’m excited for Midnight tonight. I’ve never been to a speakeasy before,” she says, her tone turning giddy.

“It will be interesting.”

“You seem unsure.”

“I guess I am. All the places we’ve been to with them, apart from the penthouse, have been either chosen by us or have been in public. We’ve never actually been in their world. This will be different. It will be our first real taste of the men we’ve been living with for almost two weeks now.”

“Anni, it’s just a bar,” she shakes her head, smirking. “What do you think they’ll have there? Thugs and guns everywhere, shady business deals in every corner, piles of cash on every table?”

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