Page 47 of The Marine

She looks like trouble to me.

“Cassy. Scarlet!” Briar turns with a little excited jump as the two women walk in, both of them holding wine glasses.

Speaking of...

Scarlet and Trina together? We’re going to need more security.

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TWO HOURS LATER I knowI’m right.

“I have a porn name. Don’t you?” Trina asks, sucking the lime and tossing back her tequila.

“Girl, I have three.” Scarlet rips the flesh off the lime and swallows it.

Of course she does.

The hairdresser works for Cassy, Josh’s wife, and she’s potentially a bigger troublemaker than Trina. Yet to be seen, but the fact we’ve arrived at this conversation is good evidence.

Marshall groans from the doorway. Apparently, he needs to keep a closer eye on...I’m picking Trina. We have a full security team here tonight, so I let it go.

Plus, I know how he feels.

All night I’ve felt like a robot going through the motions, saying all the things, when all I want to do is drag Briar away and kiss her.

Liar. You want to fuck her.

Her little glances and the way she licks her lips are driving my cock insane. Do you know how much energy it takes to keep an erection at bay?

A damn lot.

Right now I’m appeased, and that’s only because she’s sitting next to me. My arm somehow made its way along the back of the sofa and her hair is brushing my hand.

I haven’t moved a muscle in ten long minutes.

“I don’t have a porn name,” Savannah says, her arm resting on her baby belly.

“You must have one. Let’s create one!” Trina calls out.

“Nope.” Ryder shakes his head, and all the girls laugh.

“Do you have one?” I ask quietly, dipping my face to Briar.

“I mean...”

“That’s a yes.” I growl quietly, faking my unhappiness. She’s drunk and slaps me on the thigh playfully.

“Yes, but I’m obviously not a porn star.”

“We can play cameraman and porn star later if you want.” I wink.

She blushes in response, and I can feel the invisible chemistry flowing between us. She’s aroused, and that’s making me restless.

Briar glances at the group as if remembering where we are.

No one heard.

Well, maybe they did. I’ve had at least five bourbons, so I don’t care. When I catch Trina watching us, my eyes dip and I realize Briar still has her hand on my thigh.

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