Page 97 of Forbidden You

“Fine, I’ll get back to you in two days.”

“Sure thing.” Before he can say anything else, I reach out to hang up the phone, then softly bite her neck as I put my focus back on the little devil.

“Ouch!” She chuckles. “I didn’t know you were a biter.”

“I didn’t know you didn’t have ears.”

“I have ears!” she cries incredulously, pressing her hands against them.

“Then why didn’t you listen when I told you no?”

“Because I wanted to show off my new shoes.” At a weird angle, I twist my head to see how she brings her feet up, looking at the brand-new pearl white sneakers on her feet.

“You wanted to show me your new sneakers?”

“Well, yeah?” She gives me an expression that saysduh. “They just came in the mail. You like sneakers, and I needed a reason to get into your office. Besides, loophole.” She smirks.

“Loophole?” I parrot.

“Yeah, you didn’t actually say no. No words came from your mouth.” I take the back of her neck in a reprimanding grip, but it only amuses her more.

“Loophole.” I scowl with pursed lips. “You’re the worst.”

“I know.” She takes my face in her hands, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips.

“You can’t barge into my office like that, Kayla.” I speak the words while my mouth never disconnects from hers, each word growing fainter as they come from my throat. She’s a witch. The kind that is able to put a spell on people because she sure as hell got me enchanted as fuck. Because fuck me, if I don’t love each fucking second she walks into my office teasing me.

While her lips press against mine, the leftover annoyance disappears as quickly as it arrived.

“I know,” she whispers, then glides her tongue against mine.

I pull her closer to my chest, loving how she’s wrapped around my waist with her legs. She fits me like a glove. Her curves melt with my body, making me believe she’s made for me.

“You know, but you don’t care,” I state, nibbling her lip while my hands move under the fabric of her dress to feel the silky skin of her thighs underneath my palm.

My head says I’m falling in way to deep, but I can’t fucking stop.

I’m addicted.

“I don’t give a shit.” She giggles.

“What the fuck am I going to do with you?”

“What you’ve been doing for weeks?” she answers in a matter-of-fact tone. “Feeding me, cuddling me, kissing me,fuckingme.”

“You sound like I’m your butler.”

Her fucking sex butler. Not a bad job description, though.

“You are, a little.” The amused tone in her voice has me laughing out loud with my head thrown back.

“You’re crazy, babe.”

“I’m crazy about you.” The words make my eyes lock with hers, my head titling. The light blue of her eyes is sparkling with affection, and I love it. I want to take a picture of her face, right now, forever cherishing this look.

She’s gorgeous.

Free, wild, bold,mine.

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