Page 112 of The Deception You Weave

I keep my eyes down while my head spins with thoughts of Luca and Kane and everything that's happened since I started here.

I've only made it a few steps when a familiar voice calling my name makes my steps falter.

When I hear it again, I stop and turn around.

The sight before me is one I never thought I'd ever see but I can't help my lips curl up in a smile that almost matches his as Kane runs to catch up with me.

"Hey, are you trying to run away?" he asks, stepping right into my body and sweeping me up into his arms.

"Um… yeah, something like that."

His brows pull together in concern. "I left you a note telling you to wait for me."

"You did? I didn't see it. I kinda got ambushed by the girls wanting the details of last night," I say, quirking my brow in accusation.

"Hey, don't blame me. I wanted to take you to my place."

"Well, it seems they enjoyed it. Made use of the… live sound effects."

A satisfied smirk curls at his lips as his eyes sparkle with excitement.

"You don't need to look so pleased with yourself," I mutter, slapping his chest in mock frustration. I'm finding it harder and harder to actually get mad around him these days. That smirk that I used to think was wicked now just does weird things to my insides.

"Princess, if you saw my back, you'd know why I was so fucking pleased with myself."

"Oh my God."

"But then again," he says, reaching out to lift my hair from my neck. "You are looking pretty fine right now." His stare burns my skin as he admires his handiwork.

"Oh yeah? Why am I not surprised that you're more than happy for me to walk around looking like this?"

His hand wraps around the length of my hair and he pulls, forcing me to look up at him.

"I fucking love it. It just needs my signature one day."

"What do—" I don't get to ask what he means by that because his lips crash against mine and all previous thoughts fall from my head as his tongue pushes its way into my mouth.

"Alright playboy, put our girl down," Ella shouts the second they emerge from the building and find Kane manhandling me.

I try to pull away, but Kane grasps my chin and forces me to stay exactly where I am as they both join us.

"You're both just jealous," he says, his lips brushing mine, his hot, minty breath fanning my face.

"Hell yeah I am," Violet announces, much to Kane's amusement. "I'm not sure I've ever had a night quite like that before."

"Are you two coming or are you intending on going another round on the sidewalk," Ella mutters.

"We're coming," I tell her. "Aren't we?" I pin Kane with a look that hopefully means he has no option but to agree.

He grinds his hips ensuring that I'm able to feel his length pressing against my stomach. "If we have to. Although I could think of a much better way of spending my morning." Another grind.

"We've got class."

"Hmm, so we do. You reckon I might get lucky in the back row?" he asks, wiggling his brows.

"I'd say your chances are slim, playboy."

He throws his head back and barks out a laugh at my use of Ella's nickname.