Flirting With Forever (Dirty Martini Running Club, #4)

by Claire Kingsley

That rough, tattooed man could probably destroy my body in a hundred different ways. And by the way he was looking at me, he was thinking about it.

“He claimed he’s not interested but he was lying. So I’m going to tease him. Show him what he’s missing.” “Dex, you have no idea what’s coming for you,” Sophie said with a laugh.

I lifted my glass and they all followed. “A toast. To Dex St. James and the power of flirtation. May living next to me be sweet, sweet torture.” “Cheers!”

“Can I be honest about something?” he asked. “Of course.” He moved in closer. “You’re kind of killing me tonight.” “Am I?” I asked, my voice full of mock innocence. “I thought you weren’t interested.” “Yeah, we both know that’s not true.”

He started toward the door but paused, turning toward me. He touched my face and placed a soft kiss on my lips. Somehow, being fucked against the wall wasn’t nearly as intimate as that sweet kiss.

I was Nora Lakes. Men didn’t scare me. Except I might have found one who did.

We. I never would have thought that simple word could mean so much or feel so right. But it did. This wasn’t temporary or fleeting. It wasn’t a pleasant distraction that would run its course. Dex was so much more. He was everything.