Page 138 of Carnal Games

I’ve stood front and center in the line of fire. Yet this little siren is close to bringing me to my knees and begging to surrender.

“Stop what?”

“You’re flirting with me.”

“Teasing.”

“Same thing.”

“How so?”

I glare at the screen even though she can’t see as I roughly spill, “Because either makes me want to yank the ring off your finger and fuck your fiancé’s memories out of your existence.”

She swallows before straightening so fast, the water splashes around her. Staring into the sky, she fires back softly, “You warn me not to play with fire, then you go and set the match by saying you want to kiss me.”

“And you decided to come into my life and turn it upside downafterbecoming engaged to my brother. I’ve wrecked his life enough to add another crime to the list. I’m not ruining his life by stealing you. If you love him, you’ll have mercy on me.”

“How?” she taunts, but I hear the nervousness in her voice. “Do you want me to move back to my place?”

My jaw grinds as the word ‘yes’ doesn’t push out of my throat. “Be asleep when I come home tonight. If you can’t, then pretend.”

Hanging up, I’m about to hurl my phone across the conference room when my attention is drawn to her swimming to the edge.

Is she moving out?

Trepidation blackens the edges of my vision.

With the seductiveness of an angel, she glides out of the pool. Revealing every wet and creamy inch of her lithe and toned body one excruciating second at a time. Except, the soaked top, almost transparent now, enhances the curve of her tits, the dip in her stomach flaring into an ass that makes my mouth run dry.

How is she real?

No word in the dictionary does her beauty justice.

Inside, she goes into the nearby closet and uses the towel to dry herself. She may as well be naked. My fingers are poised to shoot a text to Seth to not let her out of the apartment if she tries.

Fuck! Am I really considering kidnapping her?

I am.

I bloody am.

Switching to the camera in the hallway, I follow where she’s heading so fast. Half anxious she’ll trip and hurt herself when she’s finally healed. Half on edge by the urgency in her pace.

Downstairs, she storms into her room.

My heart is in my throat as I wait for her to start packing her bags. My relieved exhale echoes in the room as I relax against my chair when she starts toward the bed.

Until her fingers reach for the knot in the middle of her chest. Untying it, she tugs the wet material over her head in slow motion.

Every cell in my body freezes.

I briefly hear my phone crashing to the floor, unable to give two shits if it’s broken.

Her bare breasts bounce free. Ripe with brown areolas and tight nipples. More than a handful and perky. I cannot tear my gaze away from her half-naked body, staring unabashedly at the water droplets glistening on her skin erotically.

“Fuck… Iris,” I groan as she crawls into the bed in her drenched thong. My brain can’t decide whether it’s a good or bad thing. On all fours, with her ass arched high in the air and right in the len’s direction, there’s nothing innocent about her.

She’s like a dirty little slut, begging for a cock in her ass.