Page 6 of Cupid's Naughty Elf

His favorite shade of green? Check.

Bright red lips and smoky eyes? Check.

Carrying around a mistletoe drink all night, so I have an excuse to kiss him? Absolutely and double-freaking-check.

I’m not hiding my intent. The aim is to tease, taunt, and break his resolve.

This is all his fault.

It’s repayment for the years of keeping me at arm’s length. For denying us both while he sat on his moral high horse, leaving me with no choice but to cry out his name in my lonely bed every night. Sure, we met when I was just eighteen, but waiting three years was excessive and I plan to make him pay for every empty release.

He’ll be given the most epic case of blue balls to ever blue ball before I kiss them better.

I raise an amused brow at Miri. “And yours screams of innocence and prim charm?”

“Never insult me like that again. I’m a proud whore for one stubborn man.”

“Has Jonah given in yet?”

“Not per se...” Before I can ask what that means, the waiter returns and hands us each a drink. We thank him in unison, and it’s only after he leaves that she leans in close. Her voice is barely above a whisper. “He’s apologized but won’t admit to any wrongdoing.”

“The man stole your car!” I whisper-shout, the incredulous act losing all meaning when I giggle right after. “You have him on camera doing it, too.”

“I know.” Her lips twitch.

“Didn’t they find prints all over the vehicle?”

“They magically disappeared. Just went poof.”

“He’s an ass, Cousin.” I’m shaking my head while she shrugs, used to his unfunny pranks. I think she gets off on them. “Don’t know how you put up with him.”

“His talented mouth makes up for the headaches.”

“Brand-new-Range-Rover talented?”

“Piper, he’s...” A blush sweeps across her cheeks, and I’m surprised. Miri is nothing if not bold and unapologetic. “Jonah’s a Rolls-Royce-with-a-cupcake-on-top level of sinful.”

“Well, shit.”

“Yeah. Jonah has me tongue-metized and knows it.”

“No wonder...” I trail off. It’s getting harder to not crack up.

“I’m screwed, I know.” Miri dips two fingers inside her drink and licks the first and then the second, her eyes locked just beyond my shoulder. More than likely messing with Jonah, and I know I’m right when something breaks a second later. “We’veestablished that, but what’s your game plan tonight, chick? Dance with me, or corner him with your mistletoe margarita?”

“Such a hard choice.” I take a sip and then purse my lips. “I think I’ll dance with you.”

“That’s my girl. Drive him crazy.” Grabbing my hand, Miri twirls me twice before playfully dipping me. We don’t say anything for a bit, our bodies swaying to the beat not far from the center of the dance floor where a crowd gyrates almost in sync. There’s no space between bodies; the sight of wandering hands and low moans mix with the heavy bass thrumming through me.

No one’s outright having sex, but pleasure flows through the room.It’s a little early for that, many here have hooked up before, and I can’t help but clench in want. To be a little jealous because for as long as I’ve known Liam, I’ve never so much as kissed another man.

Closing my eyes for a second, I roll my hips and enjoy the feather-light pressure against my clit the movement prompts. My thighs are closed, and the fabric of my shorts is tight against my flesh; I’m sensitive and slick—the inseam giving just enough of a tease that I’m unable to bite back the truth that slips from my parted lips.

“I want to kick Liam, then kiss it better.”

“Why?” There’s a hint of mirth in her tone, but I don’t look at her.

“Cause I’m jealous?”

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