Chapter 67

“You’re a horrid boyfriend,” I gasp, trying to wipe my face and catch my breath, exhausted. A smile forms on my lips as he moves close enough to rub noses, leaning over me, toying with almost kissing me, but keeping his mouth just out of reach.

“I guess,” he teases, smiling again, coming close as though he will kiss me, then moving back slightly with a gleam of wickedness. I get infuriated and lift my head to kiss him instead. He’s quick and rolls around, smiling. “Too slow!” He’s enjoying this. Playful, teasing Carrero has a new game… torturing Emma!

“Fine!” I pout and turn my face away so he can’t kiss me anymore. Still, he grabs my chin and pulls me back with a look of sheer annoyance on his face that his game has been turned on him and plants on me an extra seductive, passionate kiss, but with a glint of childish rage in his eyes that he has been outmaneuvered. He moves over me with more than a hint of his intentions. My body instantly ignites at the slightest signal