Page 76 of Illicit Games

Noticing it, he probes, “What?”

“Nothing.” I smile, shaking off the sadness. “Do you wanna see something?”

“Yeah, show me.”

Unlocking my phone, I open my gallery and pass it to him. “Look in the hidden album.”

His thumb swipes. As soon as he sees it, his eyes widen for a fraction of a second before his dimples show as his lips tug up in the corners. “You saved my pictures?”

“Well, I didn’t have a secret room where I could print them out and stick them on a wall like a true stalker.”

“How many?” His smoky voice is full of awe.

“Every single one I could find.”

“Just when I think you couldn’t surprise me more.” Smirking while swiping through all the photos of him I screenshotted and saved over the years, he mutters, “I need to up my game.”

“Oh no, please,” I gasp. “Your game is fine as hell. No upping or anything.”

My nipples pebble when I earn a mischievous yet sinfully brooding stare.

Stealing my phone back, I lean and quickly snap his picture. Admiring it, I dreamily sigh, “So hot.”

With a hand around the back of my neck, I’m yanked toward a hungry mouth. The phone falls between us as he kisses me thoroughly, leaving me drunk on his taste. I’m panting by the time he lets me up for air.

His hooded eyes roam over my face, his fingers stroking my lips, and they darken with adoration and wonder.

No one could ever convince me that my man is cold and heartless, not when he expresses so much depth without uttering a word.

He has a heart of gold that belongs to me.

That beats for me.

That would burn the whole world down for me.

Grabbing his phone, I get off his lap and tug his hand. “Come on, love. I want a picture of us.”

He obliges with a languid smile and rises to his full height.

I set up the phone against the chair, the camera facing us, with the timer on.

As soon as I’m back by his side, he pulls my front against his chest with both arms circling my waist. I look ahead into the lens, but he’s gazing down at me with a possessive heat that sends a shiver down my spine.

The snap of the shot rings in the air.

“You know you’re supposed to look at the camera,” I tease him.

“I’d rather look at you, Rainbow.” Bending down, he lifts me and carries me back to the chair.

“Hey! I’m not done.”

“I’m not stopping you,” he replies, sitting down with me sideways on his lap. “Much better. Click now, baby.”

Pressing my cheek against his, I smile and take our selfie. The sunlight hits just right, highlighting his dimples that have become my favorite part of him. Turning my head, I brush my lips over them and click another photo. Before I can lean away, his lips lock on mine with a twist of his head. I manage to snap another as he kisses me sweetly.

“Happy, Little Rainbow?”

“Very.”