Page 30 of Seductive Secrets

“It’s my secret. If you want to know, you’re going to have to let me do it again, and pay better attention.” The blush staining her cheeks amused him and he hugged her again. “You’re such a tigress most of the time, but during sex, you become a kitten.”

She lifted her eyebrows, but also squirmed, enjoying his teasing. “I seem to remember a few moments when you were purring.” To prove her point, she sifted her hands through his hair. Immediately, he groaned with appreciation, tilting his head to encourage her. She smiled and twirled her fingersthrough the short locks. “Maybe not a kitten. You sound more like a lion.”

“Good. A lion is more manly.”

She chuckled at that. “I doubt anyone would ever question your masculinity.”

“An excellent response,” he teased right back, his hands squeezing her butt.

“We should probably shower and get something going for dinner.”

“Are you hungry?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “Yeah. I’m starving,” she replied.

He grabbed her hand, leading her towards the bathroom attached to her room. They showered quickly, then dressed in their new clothes, jeans and light sweaters that fit them better than their disguises.

Once down in the kitchen, they surveyed the food. “What are you thinking?” she asked. “Soup and sandwiches?”

He pondered the possibilities. “There isn’t much here. Should we hit the grocery store first?”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, considering that someone tried to follow us earlier.”

He considered that, taking the time to pull her into his arms and kissing her lightly. “I think you have a good point. The possibility that they’d find us this far out of the city isn’t high, but we shouldn’t take chances. We need to discuss what the others found and add in that we tripped some sort of alert at one of the places we visited.”

“I agree. So how about if we order pizza or some other sort of delivery for dinner tonight?”

He lifted his arm, glancing at the time. “It’s nearly six o’clock. Why aren’t the others back already?”

She blushed, bringing up one of his dark eyebrows. “I think they might be trying to give us enough time to…well…you know.” She sighed, leaning her forehead against his chest to hide her expression. “They might have,maybe, noticed my reaction to you back in October.” She lifted her head and tried to slip away from him, but he tightened his arms around her.

“I’m going to need a bit more of an explanation than that, woman.”

She blushed, offering up a pained sigh. “We…well, the guys and I play poker together,” she explained. “We used to play together more often, but with everyone deep into our careers now, it isn’t as often as we used to.”

“That’s beside the point and you’re delaying, which means that whatever you’re trying not to tell me is pretty damn important.”

Angela wondered why she couldn’t have been more attracted to the less intelligent, less observant men she’d dated in the past. Why did her senses and her body come alive whenever this man was near? Life would be a whole lot easier if she wasn’t so…affected by him.

“About a month after Kasim’s debacle was cleared up, Marco and Callummighthave asked me one night during a poker game what I thought about you.”

He leaned back against the counter, pulling her with him so that she was off balance and had to use his body for balance. “What was your response?”

She shrugged. “I can’t remember exactly,” she fibbed. “Suffice it to say, they knew that I was…uh…attracted to you.”

His lips curled up into a slight smile. “How much did you lose that night?”

She shuffled her feet, but that only pressed her breasts more firmly against him. She felt his body stir against her stomach and that made her breath catch in her lungs. Again? He was…shockingly virile, she thought.

“I didn’t lose anything that night,” she replied, slightly indignant at his lack of faith in her abilities.

His smile widened and he looked up for a moment, then back down at her. “Okay, how much did you lose during that hand?”

Angela bit her lip, unconsciously tightening her fingers where they rested on his deliciously tight biceps. “Maybe a hundred,” she admitted.

“You lost a hundred dollars because a question about me distracted you?” He chuckled, a knowing, very masculine sound.

“I lost a hundred thousand dollars during that hand,” she corrected indignantly. “We don’t play for piddly amounts.” She stepped out of his arms, pulled out her cell phone, pulling up the group chat. “However,” she texted a message, letting the guys know that they were back at the house, “Overall, I walked away about fifty thousand dollars wealthier that night.” She stuffed her phone back into her pocket. “The guys had asked me about you to distract me. Somehow, they’d figured out that I’d had a flush that round and was about to knock Callum and Marco out of the game.” She squinched up her nose. “They like to play dirty.”

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