Page 11 of Marriage and Malice


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I could ruin that innocence without a second thought.

And she would love every second of it and beg for more.

“I’m more of a whiskey on ice kind of girl.” Her gaze drags up and down my body, her tongue darting out to lick her full bottom lip.

The neon lights shining above reflect off the little gold nose ring she wears.

Not quite as innocent as some would like her to be, then. I doubt her dad likes all those piercings.

It makes me think there may be a slight rebellious streak in Zoe. Just enough to keep things interesting when I screw up her father’s plans.

I look back at the bartender, pulling out a couple of bills and putting them on the counter. “Two whiskeys on ice. Keep the change.”

As the bartender takes the money and makes the drinks, I watch Zoe.

She sways her hips to the music, drumming her fingers on the counter. She watches me from the corner of her eye, not quite looking my way.

“Want to dance?” I ask as the bartender hands us our drinks.

She eyes the traditional Colombian tattoos spiraling up my arms before her gaze settles on the band shirt I’m wearing.

With a wicked little grin, she downs her whiskey and puts the ice-filled glass on the counter.

“Only because you seem to have good taste in music.”

I chuckle and chug my own drink. “Well, if you give me one of your shirts, I will gladly prove that my taste in music is even better than you think.”

Zoe rolls her eyes and takes my hand, her fingers weaving through mine. She leads me to a dark corner of the dance floor, away from prying eyes. “What’s your name, pretty boy?”

I spin her around, drawing her back to me.

Her back presses against my chest, her head just below my chin.

Her ass grinds against me as I run my hands up and down her curves.

My cock only grows harder as she arches her back and tilts her head to look up at me.

“Christian.” My fingers dig into her hips a little harder. “And what’s yours?”

“Zoe.”

She spins in my arms, running her hands down my chest.

The corner of her mouth tilts up as her hands slide back up my chest and over my shoulders. The softness of her body pressed against mine is driving me wild.

Though she might seem innocent, there’s a part of her that knows how to wrap a man around her finger without a second thought.

It’s not surprising, given she is the daughter of a politician.

Hell, I would be disappointed if she didn’t know the power she has over people.

It’s that same power that has me leaning in to get a taste of her.

Zoe links her hands together behind my neck, her lips moving against mine. She moans as I bite her bottom lip and slide my hands down to her round ass.

Her little whimper as my tongue tangles with hers drives me wild.

I pick her up, groaning when her legs wrap around my waist.

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