Page 91 of The Games We Play

“What? I’m a hugger.” I shrug.

“Come on, let me show you the back.” He guides me toward the rear of the plane. “Wipe those smug looks off your faces,” Seamus mutters to Rocco and Miller as we pass, and I can’t help but smile.

Seamus was always very respectful and thoughtful. He still is, especially with me, but his age is now showing his experience, and his protective nature sending tingles down my spine. I’ve never had a man elicit these sensations from me so easily. I have no idea what I want, but I know Seamus could do anything to me in my current state and I would let him.

I push down those feelings and attempt to hide them away since that’s the last thing I should be thinking about. Except that’s impossible when Seamus opens a door to a full blown bedroom suite.

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SEAMUS

Mimi’s face is full of shock as she steps through the bedroom suite door. Her lips part as her eyes bounce around the room, taking in the built-in king size bed and mid-century modern decor. The bathroom ensuite door is slightly ajar, exposing the beige and brass tones of the tiling throughout. The shower is double the size of most showers in a standard apartment, and can fit three decently sized bodies.

I have a feeling Christian had that remodeled specifically for him, Jake, and Elena.

I’ve flown with Ember a couple of times when scoping out a few buildings in New York, but I’ve never spent time back here. I can’t say the thought of taking Mimi in both this bed and the shower didn’t cross my mind, because it did. Multiple times.

Mimi slowly crosses the room as she takes everything in. I can’t help but stare at her as she wanders around. Her tight leggings hug every curve of her gorgeous legs and the over-sized hoodie does nothing to hide the fact that I know what’s underneath it.

As if she could feel my gaze on her, she turns around and her eyes meet mine.

My breath is heavy as I take her in. It’s like she can rip the air from my lungs with just a look in my direction. I’ve always known the effect she had on me. She’s haunted me my entire life, and now that she’s here with me, willingly, I have no idea how I’ll hold myself back.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She bites the corner of her lip, contradicting her statement.

“How am I looking at you?” I ask, genuinely curious as to what she’s feeling.

“Like an uncaged, wild animal.”

I dip my chin to my chest, attempting to hide my smile, because that’s exactly how I feel. And exactly how I’ve felt since the moment I saw her at Afterburn.

“You’re right,” I reply, stepping on the back of my heel with one foot removing my shoe, then I do the same to the other. I shrug off my jacket and drape it over a chair before throwing my hand behind my head, tugging my shirt off as I make my way toward her. She retreats backward before the back of her knees hit the side of the bed, and I stop in front of her, my body flush with hers.

“Everything in my controlled existence has completely gone up in flames since the moment you walked back into my life. And I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing.” I cup the back of her neck, pulling her lips to mine. She moans as she kisses me back, and I swallow the sound that makes its way straight to my swelling cock. Our tongues move together like they crave the touch and my hands begin to roam over her body.

She dips her fingers in the waistband of my pants, her knuckles caressing the sensitive skin below my navel, and I instantly feel out of control. I press my body closer to hers, but a knock at the door makes her flinch back, pulling herself away from me.

Goddammit.

“Don’t go anywhere.” I kiss her hard before stepping away, and I hate how empty it feels.

I crack the door open, blocking the view of the room behind me as Rocco stands on the other side.

“What?” He’s completely unaffected by my abrasiveness.

“The pilot will only take his directive from you per Christian Ford’s orders, and I have updated information about Mr. Simmons and his legal team.”

Glancing over my shoulder Mimi’s brows furrow and I know she heard Rocco, but I don’t want her hearing any details of what we already know.

Did I plan on killing Nathan without anyone knowing the wiser? Yes.

Do I need to give her the chance to face him, tell her story, and get the closure she needs?

Also, yes. Unfortunately.

Which means I need to involve her, but right now I need to know what Rocco knows so I can figure out the next steps before sharing with Mimi.

I look back at her. “Give me a minute, okay?” She nods as I step out the door, shutting it behind me.

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