Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

Fuck you, I mouth, flipping him the bird behind Carter’s back. You’d like that, he mouths back.

“He hurt you?” “I’m fine,” I grumble. “Did. He. Hurt. You?” His gravelly, harsh tone has my mouth gaping and butterflies erupting. Bossy looks so, so good on this man.

“Then maybe you should just take what you want.”

Ihhhhhh