Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 178200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
He said: (Pause) Point taken.
IF MAIRI MADE ONE OF those sexy husky laughs of hers one more time, Damen thought furiously, he would not be liable for what he would do to the asshole sitting in front of them.
“That’s why PP gets mad,” Drake was saying. “She hated it when I was too soft on her or gave her special treatment.”
Who the fuck was PP anyway? But then did he really care? Right now, what really grated on his nerves was how Mairi was practically sitting on the edge of their seat, leaning against the back of Morrison’s seat as she listened to him talk, the expression on her face making it seem like she was hanging on to his every word. Damen’s lips tightened. And if she said Drake was fucking cute one more time—-
“Oh, you are just too cute, Drake,” Mairi gushed.
That was fucking it!
Mairi suddenly found herself being hauled back and as she slammed against the side of Damen’s body, Damen furiously asked her, “What the hell’s gotten into you?”
That was rich, coming from him, Mairi thought contemptuously. But out loud all she said was, “What are you talking about?”
Damen’s gaze bored through hers. “Don’t play games with me, Mairi.” One minute, all had been right in their world but the moment they had gotten inside the cab, Mairi had suddenly and inexplicably changed. She had ignored him the whole ride, choosing instead to focus all her attention on Drake and asking the other man about “PP”.
“I’m not playing games,” she said calmly. “I’m just talking to Drake—-”
“You can talk to me,” he snapped.
“Can I?” She wanted to take the words back the moment they came out. She hadn’t wanted to say that at all, but the hurt and jealousy churning inside her made it difficult to control her tongue.
“What the hell does that mean?”
Mairi looked away as she lied, “I...simply meant that there aren’t really a lot of things we’ve got in common.”
He turned her head back to him the moment her gaze strayed. He wanted her looking at him and not at the other man, dammit. “We have lots of things in common.”
She looked at him doubtfully. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Like what?”
Damen racked his brains for something to prove his point.
When Damen couldn’t answer, Mairi forced herself to smile. “You see? We don’t really have anything—-”
He did not want to hear her say those words. “Yes,” he snarled, “we do.” His fingers held her nape and brought her forward to him. “We have this in common.” And not caring about the fact that they were anything but alone inside the cab, Damen crushed her mouth in his kiss.
Shock had Mairi immobile for a second, but almost right after the intense sexual chemistry between them sparked into life. His ravaging lips inflamed her body, and it took everything in her not to respond.
“Kiss me back,” he gritted against her lips.
She didn’t want to. How could she kiss him back when he had just talked to Alina?
“Kiss me back, dammit, or I swear to God, I’ll touch you here.”
The words were supposed to be a threat, she knew, but somehow they just ended up seducing Mairi more, and she couldn’t help but whimper as she felt a rush of wetness in between her legs.
When Mairi’s lips parted, Damen seized his chance, his tongue pushing in and reclaiming what he considered as forever his.
The moment Damen’s tongue entered her mouth, she was lost. His kiss swept her away, destroying her ability to think and leaving her only capable of feeling. With a helpless moan of surrender, Mairi kissed him back as her arms went around his neck and her body softened against him.
The concept of time slipped away from their minds, and both of them forgot that they weren’t alone in the cab. They kissed and kissed and kissed, their heads twisting and turning until Damen lost patience and had Mairi straddling his lap so he could kiss her more deeply while his hand squeezed her bottom.
Mairi found herself rubbing against Damen’s hard cock, which slid tantalizingly between her legs like a hot pulsing rod that made her feel achingly empty. The delicious friction between their bodies made her gasp. It also made her want more, and she tried to satisfy her body’s craving for contact by grinding her pussy harder against Damen.
If she had her way, the kiss would never end. At least when they kissed, it was just them. It was Mairi and Damen, and no one could ever come between them.
It was only when someone knocked insistently on the window next to Damen that they realized they were already home.
Mairi tore herself away from the kiss, gasping and now red-faced in embarrassment as she realized just how much making out they had done in the cab – and with two other men present. She tried to pull away from Damen, but he didn’t let her, instead pulling her head down again for a short hard kiss.