Page 198 of Moon's Promise

“But I don’t want to fuck Saffron; I want to fuck you.”

Unable to help herself, she turned around to give him an obscene gesture. “Just in case you don’t read sign language”—she disdainfully turned back to the door—“allow me to translate for you—go fuck yourself.”

She would sleep on the floor before she would sleep with that big—

“Don’t you want to know who I kissed, since I’m being so honest tonight?”

She spun around, snapping her fingers at him. “I don’t give a fig who you kissed. Kiss her a thousand times and see if I care—”

“It was Chastity.”

Drawing a blank, she frowned at him. Did she know anyone named Chastity? She didn’t think so ...

“The saleswomen at the baby boutique.”

“You didn’t!” Her hand clenched the pillow.

“I did.”

Outrage filled her. The woman’s seductive demeanor came back to her in a rush. Unconsciously, she took a step back toward the bed.

“At the store?”

“Nope.” Moon’s eyes moved to her feet. “I went to her apartment.”

Larissa was surprised she didn’t feel hurt. No, she was too furious to be hurt.

“Did. You. Have. Sex.” With each word, she took a step closer to the bed. “With. Her?”

“No.” His grin widened. “But I did get to first base.”

One second, she was standing beside the bed, and the next, she was hitting him with the pillow.

“I’m never going to be able to go to that store again! I’ll have to drive to Lexington!”

She was whaling on him with the pillow when she heard his laughter.

“You’re laughing at me?”

“Yes.” He started laughing harder. “You do know that pillow is ultra soft, right?”

Losing what sanity she was hanging on to, she clenched the pillow with both hands and flew at him. Squeezing her eyes closed, she tried to smother the cheating prick.

“What are you trying to do?”

Her eyes popped open. “Smothering you!”

Moon snatched the pillow away and threw it across the room.

She didn’t let it deter her from getting even. But when she swung her fist at his mouth, she found it grasped in Moon’s hand. Failing at the first attempt, she swung her other fist, only to have it caught, too.

“I hope your lips rot off,” she spat out vindictively.

Since both her hands were trapped, she was left with no recourse. She lowered her head and bit him on the shoulder.

His laughter strangled in his throat.

“Damn, woman, you get vicious when you’re roused. I like it.”

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