DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

I wished we could go back to ‘silent, brooding’ Maddox.
That version of him was ten times better than this.
I looked up at his bruised face, making sure to harden
my heart at the sight of him battered and bruised. “Stop.
Following. Me.”
He shrugged, nonchalantly, and then stuffed his hands
into the pockets of his beige slacks. “Can't do that. I’m
having fun looking at your ass. By the way, do you mind if I
warm my hands up?”
Exasperated, I let out a tiny growl from under my breath
before I could stop myself. He was smiling now. As if
pissing me off was his favorite pastime.
“That's sexual harassment, Coulter.”
“You looking at my dick print is sexual harassment, too,
Garcia.”
My eyes widened at his words, and I felt the air being
sucked out of me. “Wha-at? No…no I wasn't,” I sputtered.
My gaze fleeted to his crotch before I could stop myself.
Shit. Biting on my lip, I blinked and looked away –
anywhere but at him.
Maddox let out a throaty chuckle, and my eyes snapped
back to his. He gave me his signature smirk, his dimple
popping, creating a sexy indent into his left cheek. “You
were, Sweet Cheeks. You were probably calculating how
thick and how long I am, too.”
My jaw snapped together, and I hissed through gritted
teeth, “Shut. Up.”
“Want me to tell you?” He quirked up a mocking
eyebrow. “Or, you want to check for yourself? It's a little
cold today, maybe you can warm my dick up with your little
hands.”
He acted as if he was reaching for my hands, but I
slapped him away. In a blink, his arm snaked out, and he
gripped my wrist, pulling me closer until our bodies were
almost touching. My neck craned up, so I could stare into