Page 38 of Just a Friend for the Lion
Hopelessly.
Gone.
My cock is rock hard. My Lion is seething.
She must feel it, because her cheeks go pink as she tries to look anywhere but at me.
“You’re not making this easy, Carter.”
“Not trying to, Kitten.”
And I’m not.
Because I’m done playing cool.
Done pretending I don’t care.
Done walking away.
She’s mine.
And if she wants to go slow?
Fine.
But I’m not going anywhere.
Not tonight. Not ever.
Chapter 14
MJ
Ineed air.
Like right now.
Before I do something really stupid.
Like pull Carter Leone into the nearest supply closet, lock the door, and climb him like a damn tree while whispering filthy things into his growly little Lion ears.
Which is clearly not the vibe I came here for.
How do I know he’s a Lion Shifter? Date to Mate.
The app has all these fun little facts about future, would-be, and even rejected mates.
Oh God, is that what I am?
My heels clack too loud on the polished wood floors as I flee up the winding staircase of this creakyold mansion like some kind of overdressed Cinderella with impulse control issues.
There’s a hand-painted PRIVATE plaque hanging off one of the sconces at the top of the landing.
I ignore it, because, honestly?
Rules are more like suggestions. And I am officially past the point of caring.
I try the first door.
