Page 26 of Flaunt
Brooke rests her head on Moss’s shoulder. She grins mischievously. “Are you going to tell us why you were at her apartment yesterday, Banks?”
My gaze snaps to his. As his smile grows in amusement, my brows lift in fear.
“Banks…” I warn.
“Well, she—”
“No,” I shout, placing my wine on the table beside me. Laughing, I leap off the chair and toward him. I clamp my hand over his mouth. “Don’t you dare.”
Moss and Brooke laugh as Banks and I struggle.
He opens his mouth wide, licking my palm. I yelp in disgust but don’t pull away. Eyes twinkling, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me onto his lap.
My heart races as my body temperature spikes. I pant, trying desperately to hold my hand against his mouth.And not melt against him.
Banks’s body is as hard as I imagined. Sturdier than I dreamed. His hand on my hip is both as strong and tender as I anticipated.
Dammit.
He smiles under my efforts before reaching up and peeling my hands away from his face. Once he’s free, he chuckles.
“Don’t,” I say, looking him dead in the eye. Our faces are only inches apart. They’re so close that I can feel the heat of his breath.
“What if I do?”
I pout. “I’ll cry.”
He smirks. “What if I don’t?”
“I don’t know.” I catch my breath. “I’ll be thankful.”
“Not good enough.”
“Of course, it’s not,” I say, unable to look away.
He slides my phone out of my pocket. The feeling of his hand only separated from my thigh by the thinnest piece of cotton ever made sends a rush of electricity through my body.
“What are you doing?” I ask, cognizant of the hardening of his cock beneath my ass.
He sets the phone beside him.
My heart races. “What are you doing, Banks?”
The words come out faster, higher than I expect. But that’s what happens when you’re filled with adrenaline and anticipation.
“I won’t tell them on one condition,” he says.
“What’s that?”
Before I know what he’s doing, he’s standing with me in his arms. The movement is fluid and smooth—like I don’t weigh an ounce more than a feather. My legs are scooped under one thick forearm. My back is supported by the other. Thank God—for my sake—his brother and Brooke can’t see his front.
I hold on to his neck, squealing as he spins me around.
“Can you swim?” he asks me.
“What?” I look over my shoulder at the clear blue water. “Yeah. Why—ah!”
My body hits the pool surface with a splash.
