Page 68 of Addiction

Her hands skimmed down his tattoo.

“I have waited for days to see your ink.” Swooping down, she traced his skin with her mouth. His fingers clenched against the sheets, his body hardening under her touch. She went lower and lower, her tongue swirling at the base of his spine.

He turned, shifting her under him. He dug his nose into the side of her throat, inhaling her scent—one that always drove him mad with desire. He opened her shirt buttons, one at a time, his body tightening further as he found her completely bared to him.

Her hands reached for his shorts, and he helped her pull them off of him. She palmed his erection, and desire slammed through him. He needed her. Quickly wearing protection, he entered her in one stroke. His heart lurched. She was heaven. She made him hope for a forever and dream of a future, and as he reached his peak with her, one thing rose foremost on his mind.

Navya was his, and he was never letting her go.

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Navya swung a fist out. Quick as lightning, Armaan moved to the side, and her fist met with air. She groaned in dismay. This time, she swung her leg, and he caught it in his hand. They’d been at this for an hour now.

“See, you’re thinking too much before you attack.” He dropped her leg. “I can predict your moves almost every time; you’re that slow. Try again.”

“That’s because you’ve been training me,” she grumbled. “You know every move I’m going to make.”

“Navya, you’re not paying attention today,” he scolded.

She grabbed a napkin from the side and wiped her sweaty brow. She looked out the window at her side, at the water lapping around the yacht. The yacht had become their personal space since the last few weeks. Armaan was even using the gym on the boat for training her.

She tossed the napkin to the side, staring at him. Dressed in black gym shorts and a short-sleeved blue t-shirt, Armaan looked hot. And so sexy.

“Come on,” he bounced on his feet, “We have so much to do.”

Oh, she had a hundred different things she wanted to do right now, and all of them involved her hands on his gorgeous body, sliding down his skin.

He clicked his fingers in front of her face.

“Eyes up,” he ordered. “And stop thinking of sex.”

She squinted. “It’s your fault. You’ve made me addicted… to you.”

He grinned.

“I’ll let you do whatever you want with me, my tigress,” he said, his voice husky. “But first, you will fight me and win.”

She clucked her tongue. “As if I can win against you.”

He dropped his arms and stepped back. “You won’t if you never try. Now take your stance.”

Armaan took her training lessons too damn seriously. Sighing, she stepped on the mat, taking position as he had taught her. She had to accept that these lessons with him made her feel stronger, sharper, and more alert.

She swung an arm out, missing his face, and then she swung another, and he stepped away. She alternated her punches with kicks, but Armaan deflected it all easily.

“Not bad,” he said. “But not too good either. Focus.”

She groaned in frustration. Hearing him laugh annoyed her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He wanted her to win. Well, she was going to show him.

Stepping back, she pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it aside. Armaan’s jaw dropped. His hungry gaze ran down her sports bra to her bare stomach and then down her long legs.

Seeing him distracted, she swung an arm out and punched his jaw. He jolted back. She moved in half a circle and threw her leg in the air. It hit him in the center of his stomach, pushing him back a few steps.

“Eyes up, mister,” she chided.

“You really are trouble.” His naughty eyes met hers. “Well, if that’s how you’re going to play, then let’s level the playing field.”

He shrugged out of his t-shirt and dropped it to the side.

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