Page 93 of Beyond the Hate

“It’s your fault.”

“You growled those words but I believe it’s a compliment.”

Honk! Honk!

Paisley glances around me. “This limo is even larger than the last one. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to compensate for a shorter size elsewhere.”

I wrap my arms around her and pull her near – making sure to press my hard length against her. “You can feel I don’t have to compensate.”

“Which is what I said.” She smiles and her hazel eyes sparkle with joy.

My gaze catches on those pretty pink lips. They’re currently painted a deep red to match her dress.

“How mad will you be if I destroy your lipstick?”

Her breath hitches. “Lipstick can be repaired.”

At her invitation, I press my lips to hers. She tastes of strawberries today – probably from her lipstick – but her exotic taste can’t be masked. I moan and thrust my tongue into her mouth.

“If you’re going to have sex, we’re going on without you!” Chloe shouts and Paisley yanks away from me.

“Why is…” She trails off when Sophia waves at her from where she’s sticking out of the sunroof of the limo. “Did you invite all of my friends?”

“I could hardly invite Chloe and Sophia without Nova and Maya.”

“Thus, the supersized limo.”

“We could do as Chloe suggests. Go inside and have sex while they go to the party.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

She bites her bottom lip as she contemplates my question. “Are you serious?”

I was joking but now I’m not. I grasp her hand and start to maneuver her inside. She refuses to budge.

“I haven’t missed an end of the summer party on Smuggler’s Hideaway since I returned from college. I’m not about to miss one to have sex with you.”

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

She kisses my nose. “You’ll make it worth my while when we return home from the party.”

I shrug. It was worth a try. I offer her my elbow. “Ready?”

She threads her arm through mine and I guide her down the sidewalk to the limo. The door flies open before we get there.

“You owe me ten bucks,” Sophia says.

“If you bet I’d skip the party to have sex with Eli, it’s your own fault,” Paisley tells her.

“You were practically glued to each other. I thought it was a sure thing.”

“Speaking of glued to each other.” Nova points to her mouth. “Your lipstick needs refreshing. Both of you.”

Smug satisfaction fills me. I love wearing proof Paisley can’t keep her hands off of me.

We settle in the limo and the driver starts toward the party.

“I’m glad you nabbed a billionaire. I’ve never been in a limo before. There’s a bar.” Chloe pops open the refrigerator. “Who wants a shot of whiskey?”

Maya shakes her head. “No thanks.”

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