Page 123 of Green Flag
“No, of course not!”
He breathed in. “Good. Come with me.”
“We should get a photo,” I said before he tugged me out of the chair. If he asked, I’d been out here all this time waiting for something to post about him. “I can sit on your lap or something.”
He didn’t even consider it. He just sat in my seat and tugged my thighs to sit on top of his lap. He tucked my head under his chin and then wrapped the blanket around me before passing his phone to one of his friends. “Take a photo,” he said.
“Okay, smile!”
“Not like that,” Luca laughed. “Just of us being us. Take a few at different angles or she’ll only make you do it again.”
He knew me too well.
He pressed a kiss into my hairline, then dragged his nose from my temple to my ear as he rammed some more of the blanket into my sides. “Only I will tuck you in.”
“This isn’t really the sexy look I was going for,” I whispered.
“Are we not past sexy?” he asked with a frown, murmuring in my ear still. “Are we not just comfortable?”
I wriggled on top of him. “We’re never past sexy.”
His friend cleared his throat, his hand extended with the phone. “If she doesn’t like any of the hundred I just took, you need to hire a professional.”
“Good idea,” he said, eyes still on me as I shuffled to get up. He held me back. “Don’t.”
“Can you not get up?” I laughed. I thought something had been growing beneath me. “Shame.”
I fought against his hold, my elbows worked hard so I could stand and pull him to his feet and expose his constant arousal.
“He’s not fighting you!” Marco scowled and stormed over. “You’re meant to be on his side, not damaging him.”
“I am on his side,” I said and stood in front of him, hiding his rather large modesty.
“Come with me,” Luca said, holding my hand as he walked quickly away. I tried not to howl with laughter. “I just need a moment alone with you.”
“You mean before anyone else notices you’ve got a—”
He shoved a door open and ushered me in. It was much smaller than the other rooms I’d spied on; a two-seater sofa was there, some mirrors and a desk.
“Fuck sake, Everly,” he groaned, fist on the wall. “I can’t believe you’ve given me a boner when I’m meant to be out there next.”
“That cock of yours is going to get you in trouble,” I said, trying to stifle my grin. “It’s always hard.”
He gave me a dry look, nostrils flaring. “You’re the trouble here.”
My smile was proud.
“You really need to keep that thing in check; it must be a form of erectile dysfunction the way you can’t control it.”
“Normally, I can keep it—”
“Normally?” I parroted. “You’re not going to start some spiel about how it’s only because of me, are you?”
“Fuck,” he groaned as if in pain. “Ten minutes.”
“I think our current fight is going to go to points; none of them look good enough for a knockout,” I said, walking over to him. “What should I do? Is there anything for me to wear?”
He frowned and opened one agonised eye to look down at me. A second glimpse was enough because he screwed up his eyes again as if willing his cock to go back on the flop. His voice was strained. “What you’re wearing is fine.”
