“Fine, I’ll video call Anaya and tell them both together.”
“Good girl.”
Leaning over the console, I grab his chiseled jaw and fuse my lips to his lush mouth. He grasps the back of my neck, holding me still and kisses me domineeringly. His tongue thrusts inside my mouth, flicking and sucking on mine. I moan in ecstasy as he kisses me thoroughly until I’m a ball of lust and need.
I’m close to begging him to drive us back to the hotel and fuck me the entire day when he breaks the kiss.
“Have fun with Noor,” he murmurs, his gaze smug and satisfied that I’ll be thinking of him all day.
“A good boyfriend doesn’t leave his woman all hot and bothered,” I scold.
The steely glint in his eyes becomes primal and deviant. “I want you mindless with desire when I come to pick you up tonight.”
“I already am.”
“Not nearly enough.” Running his tongue between his teeth, he smirks, “Besides, you love it when I edge you and make you earn your orgasms.”
My nipples pebble because it’s true. I’m feral for his dominance in the bedroom. I come hard when he pushes my limits.
Kissing me a final time, he whispers, “Go before she comes down.”
“Text me how your meeting with Ben goes.”
“I will.”
Bidding him goodbye with a peck on his cheek, I get out of the door. I wave at him through the window and watch him drive away.
“Ahem. Ahem.”
I spin around at the voice, coming face to face with a smirking Noor.
“Someone’s got a new boyfriend.”
I throw up my hands placatingly. “I swear I was about to tell you today.”
“Uh. Huh.” She crosses her arms over her chest and quips, “I thought Nathan Singhania was too arrogant for his own good. Or maybe mind-blowing orgasms do have the power to make you fall in love.”
“Shut up! I love him for more than his skills in the bedroom.”
“Skills? Plural?” Her palm goes to her lips. “My! My!”
I blush furiously. “You’re sounding like Anaya, you know.”
“Speaking of her, does she know?”
I bite my lip and squint my eyes. “Umm.”
“Woah!” Noor dramatically takes a step back. “She’s going to kill you. Rule number one: Always tell the cupid that their matchmaking worked.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Her matchmaking was for a ‘hit it and quit it’, not a relationship.”
“Yeah, she isn’t going to see it that way.”
“This isn’t how you were supposed to find out,” I whine.
“Too late.” Noor laughs, then opens her arms. “Now, give me a hug already.”
I bridge the distance, throwing my arms around her and knocking us back a step. Our laughter echoes around us, drawing the attention of passersby, which we ignore.
