Contingency Plan (Blackbridge Security #3) - Marie James Page 0,16

I do my best to keep my eyes on hers. God do I try, but the charm on the end of her necklace swings like a hypnotizing pendulum, and of course right behind it are those perfect tits of hers. One quick glance is all I allow myself before I’m staring back into her eyes. “What sounds do you make in bed?”

She inches even closer, her hair tumbling close enough that I’m able to get the scent inside my nose like I fantasized about earlier in the day. She’s inches away, playing a game of chicken I didn’t sign up for but I’m determined to win.

Irritation grows in her pretty features and I want to commend myself for at least keeping my face impassive. God knows the rest of me is on fire. My lips tingle with the need to touch hers. My hands are clenched into painful fists under my elbows. My cock, always the first to lose its mind is standing at attention. Half of my mind is trying to convince myself to sweep everything off the table, spread her out with her legs over my shoulders, and discover what types of sounds she makes when she comes. The other half is warning me that we’re already crossing a million lines.

Suddenly, she snaps up straight and grabs her plate from the table. Without a word, she drops the dish in the dishwasher and leaves the room.

I’ve never felt more relieved and disappointed in my life.

Chapter 6

Remington

I take in gasps of air, flipping over and floating on my back.

My seduction techniques usually work better than they did earlier. Playing men to get what I want was a skill I honed watching my mother at a young age. Seduction and temptation is how she convinced Charles that marrying her was the best decision he’d ever make. The man, despite the picture-perfect image he had, was still a man at the end of the day. They always cave. Men always think with their cocks when push comes to shove.

Well, not Flynn Coleman. He doesn’t seem the least bit interested. I thought I had him when his eyes scanned my chest earlier, but when he looked back up at me, all I could read was disgust in his eyes. Maybe he doesn’t like to be seduced.

I purse my lips, running my hands over the top of the water. I’m in a full bathing suit. The sting of rejection from Flynn made me want to cover up. If it were practical, I would’ve put on a chin-to-ankle wet suit.

Maybe he’s the type of man that wants a quiet, shy virgin-like—if he only knew—type girl.

Whatever his tastes are, I don’t seem to fit the bill.

Leaning close to him was an attempt to drive him wild, yet I was the one rushing out of the room because it was getting difficult to control my own breathing. Turning men on has always been a game—one I controlled every aspect of. Tonight? Somehow the tables were turned and I was the one left panting. And what does that say about me, because he didn’t do a thing, didn’t say a word. His warm breath ghosted over my skin, but it was a life-sustaining act not an attempt to make goosebumps cover every inch of my body. Except, that’s exactly what happened.

Staying in my room and finishing what I started in the kitchen seemed like the best idea, but I wouldn’t cave, not even in the privacy of my own suite. The pool, I imagined, was a better idea, but even though I spend most of my time out here, I forgot that the water is heated, and rather than cooling me off like a cold shower would, each ripple against my skin feels like a fingertip tracing the curves of my body. The laps of water against the edges sounds like wet-mouth-on-skin kisses. It’s making things worse, making my body get warmer and warmer, making my thoughts race.

With a huff, I spin around, unintentionally taking in a mouthful of water that makes me sputter. It angers me further as I climb out of the pool and wrap an oversized towel around my shoulders.

The silence of the house is normally a comfort for me but the echo of my wet feet on the marble stairs drives me to a breaking point. I don’t bother to fix my hair more than struggling to put the damp tresses into a messy bun. My clothes consist of jeans, sneakers, and a

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