He touched her hand and flashed a smile at her. She’d last seen that smile on Wednesday night, right before he pulled off her underwear. She was not in the habit of asking men to tell her what to do, but apparently, they liked it.
He sputtered. "Well, she has earned it."Eva turned to her mate. "Can we head back up to the barbecue? I'm dying for some of Adora's cherry pie."
Adriel turned to Magnus, but the man was already standing and licking his lips. "Cherry pie, you say?"Adriel looked back at her. "I guess we are done here. Come on, my little guardian, time for you to relax."Eva shook her head. She might look after others, but no less than her mate. "Time for you to try some cherry pie and Texas barbecue."
Adriel shook his head. "Just this once; do you know how much fat is in pork?"Laughing, she dragged her mate back to the transport tunnel. She knew she'd spend the rest of their lives trying to get her mate to try fat-laden, sugar-filled foods, just like he would probably use that amazing body of his to get her to try different yoga moves. Together, they balanced each other perfectly, just as they were supposed to.
Declan stood in Broderick's lab and eyed the door. In his dreams, his mate's frantic eyes pleaded with him through the glass panel to get the door open as flames licked at her body.
"Declan, son, is there anything I can do for you? Not hurt are you?" Broderick asked, looking surprised.She turned and grinned at him, her lips so close to his that he could kiss her with just one slight movement. Just as he started to make that move, she stepped back.
Don’t worry, I will, she said. But you’re good so far. Plus, I’d be a pretty shitty fake girlfriend if I didn’t let you touch me.He put his arm back around her waist.
I would never say such a thing about the best fake girlfriend I’ve ever had, he said.As he handed her a glass of champagne, she said, Oh, and by the way, when did you start calling me ‘Monroe’?