Page 42 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

“Have you ever sat in anyone’s lap?” he asked suddenly, without looking up from the page.

“What?”

“She tried to sit in my lap, and you didn’t like it.”

“I was definitely not allowed to sit in any man’s lap.”

“Would he have hurt you or them?”

He asked the question so matter-of-factly that it startled me, made me feel seen. “Both.”

He nodded. “Well, you’re free to do what you want now, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know.”

My voice came out in a whisper.

He rose suddenly and swung around the edge of the table, taking the seat beside me. He patted his thigh, his look full of challenge.

I shook my head. “Really, Remington? Here?”

“It’s just sitting in my lap. It’s not life or death.”

Not anymore. But it had been.

“I can’t,” I said in a whisper.

He leaned close to me, his intoxicating scent washing over me, his lips sweeping gently against my ear in a way that sent a shiver of lust down my spine. “You can do anything you want when we’re together, Aurora. No one will stop us.”

“Must be nice,” I muttered.

He patted his thigh again. I happened to glance out at the rest of the cafe and saw a girl staring at us, jealousy and loathing written bare across her face. She glanced away when she saw me.

Between the way she looked at me and the teasing expression on Remington’s face, I couldn’t resist. I swung into his lap, planting my ass on one thigh as his hands settled on my hips. It felt awkward, like I towered above him like this even though he was so much taller than me. “I feel ridiculous.”

He adjusted himself, the back of his hand brushing my ass. “I don’t.” He turned his face toward me, his lips skimming my throat, and my breath hitched.

“You’re so innocent,” he murmured. “How have you seen so much and you’re still so innocent?”

“I’m not.”

“Liar.” His hand glided up my thigh, and I pressed my knees closed, a throb of lust sparking between my legs that I tried to ignore. His touch felt good on my skin. “How did I find the one good girl on this whole depraved campus?”

“How did youfindme? You practically kidnapped me to make me live with you,” I answered drily.

He chuckled, and the vibration of his chest warmed my back. I leaned against him, feeling slightly more comfortable as his hand kept stroking across my thigh.

He said into my ear, “You should start wearing skirts, little devil.”

“I don’t love that nickname.”

“I don’t care.”

But even through my jeans, his heated touch was stroking desire through me. His fingers found the seam between the legs of my jeans, and I gasped and sat up, trying to wiggle away. His arm tightened around my waist, holding me there as he continued to tease me. The way he rubbed me through my jeans made me want to writhe against his lap, and it took everything I had to stay still, to pretend I felt nothing.

His gaze boldly met the eyes of anyone who dared look at us, and everyone turned away, busying themselves with something else.

“You like making them scared of you,” I said softly.

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