Page 219 of The Grand Duel

“Because I’m never going to be able to stop. Because the idea of kissing these lips whenever I want to, especially when I’m deep inside of you—” I kiss her. “Makes me a dangerous man.”

She shakes her head. “Well then, I’m waving my white flag. I surrender.”

“Yourwhiteflag?” I ask, a smile taking over my face.

“Why’s that funny?”

“I just presumed it would be cream.” I smirk as I lean in.

She laughs against my mouth, our kiss barely that but something.

It’s something.

FORTY

Lissie

Pizza, wine, andboyfriendin bathtubs isn’t talked about enough. Because what do you mean this is a thing, and why didn’t anyone tell me?

I watch the man opposite me as I have for the past half hour, wondering how I got so lucky.

“I told you if you wanted me in this thing with you, you’d have to behave.”

My jaw drops, and I reach for my wine, forcing my eyes away from his beautiful, powerful body. “Am I not behaving?” I take a sip.

“Not when you’re looking at me like that, no.”

I pout and place my glass back down. “I don’t like being so far away from my boyfriend.”

His eyes narrow, but I see the way his lips curl slightly upwards. “Yeah, well, your boyfriend is hanging on by a thread.”

His eyes drop to my breasts, barely coated in the bubbles. I reach up and stretch my arms over the sides of the tub, knowingit will lift them out of the water. “This tub is perfect,” I tell him, my gaze falling to his strong chest, the dusting of hair coating it.

He shakes his head at me.

I come back to the now and try to tame my smile.

He looks away, and I chuckle, my heart rate picking up when he moves from his seated position opposite to lie over me, his hands smoothing up my body as he passes through the water.

His prowling doesn’t stop, not until his mouth is on mine, lips bruising. “Tease,” he mutters as he inches back, kissing my cheek and then neck.

I run my hands through his hair and down his back, revelling in how good he feels. How new and exciting this is. “Me? You’re the one making moves.”

He grumbles something as he dips lower, kissing the top of my breast before coming back up. His tired eyes blink once as they find focus on my own, guilt filling me in the next second despite the way they darken, and then he goes back in for another hungry kiss.

He can’t stop, and I won’t stop him, no matter how sore my lips get.

He feels too good.

We feel too good.

I feel his cock brush against my stomach and close my eyes. I wonder if…is he ready to sleep with me outside of the club?

Sex has always been personal between us—or at least for me it has. But sex outside of The Nightingale, that’s something he’s not done with anyone, not in over a decade.

I’m lost in my head, wondering what he might need, when he grasps my waist and lifts me, taking my place and sitting me on his lap.

I smile, laughing as I right myself, placing my hands on his shoulders, grateful for how big this tub actually is.

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