Page 43 of Merry Mischief List
“Yeah, well…” I press my lips together, struggling to come up with an excuse.
Because I wanted to.
Because Icravedit.
Because I’ve thought about kissing you more in the last week than I’ve thought about my starting lineup.Which is definitely not normal for me.
“Well?” she presses.
“I was helping you out. For the list. It was business.”
It was hot as hell.
“Mm-hmm, sure.” She crosses her arms, pulling my attention to her perfect chest. The same chest I just had my mouth on. “That brings me back to the elf incident. If you caredsoooomuch about me finishing my list, why’d you stop me?”
“Because of the childr—”
“Thetruth, Porter. Come on.”Fuck, she’s hot when she’s bossy.
“I was saving you—”
“Really?” She laughs, stepping towards me, and my hand goes to her hip, struggling to fight the magnetic pull to her body. Our eyes connect, and my pulse beats on overdrive. “So it’s not because you wanted his job?”
“Why would—”
“You didn’t wish you were the one in the little elf costume about to slurp my tits like the top of a hot chocolate? Weren’t imagining everything else you wanted to do to me once we got back here?”
“You’re giving my imagination a lot of credit.”Although the hot chocolate analogy is pretty spot on.
“You aren’t fooling me, Porter. Not anymore.” Her cognac eyes study me. Strip me down. Make me vulnerable. She’s looking straight through me, calling me out on all my bullshit. My gaze falls back to her neck.
That damn neck. Why is it so enticing?
“Stop feeding me ridiculous excuses,” she snaps with a glare, all fired up and ready for a fight.
“What do you want me to say?” I ask, stepping forward and backing her toward the kitchen island. “That the idea of that kid getting to taste you, to know what your skin feels like under his lips before I could, drove me fucking mad?” I place my hands on the cool marble countertop, caging her in, and her eyes go wide, lips mere centimeters from mine.
“If it’s the truth.”
“It doesn’t matter if it’s the truth,” I say, fighting like hell to stay in control. “This can’t happen.Wecan’t happen.”
“Why? Because you dated my sister like half a decade ago?” she asks, embers flickering in her eyes, ready to reignite.
“No.”I stopped caring about that after a single day of knowing you.“Because in case you forgot, you’re a student at the university Iworkfor, and if anyone ever found out, my career would be over.”
“Why would anyone find out?” she asks. “We’re two consenting adults, and I don’t go around blabbing about my private life. It’s no one’s business.”
“I know, but shit happens. Sometimes it’s out of our control.”
“God, you’re infuriating!” She huffs, pushing me off and turning away.
“Wait,” I say, reaching out and loosely grabbing her wrist.
“What, Porter?” She spins back to face me. “What more is there to say? You keep lying to the both of us, and I’m sick of it. You’re so hell bent on staying in control all the time—” A wicked grin spreads across her furious face, making me nervous. “God, I’d love to see you lose it.”
I grind my teeth together. “Stop taunting me, Cupcake.”
“What are you gonna do?” She juts her lower lip out in a pouty challenge. “Punish me?”
