My fists clenched in the fabric of his shirt, my gaze glaring. I couldn’t believe all that had happened in the last hour. It was unbelievable what he had done and that Andrew could smell it on me. I was so embarrassed and pissed…and still turned on. I had to be a sick pervert.
“What the f**k was that all about?”
He smirked in that damned way he always did.
“He noticed.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Good.”
His hands moved to grab my ass, pulling me against his body.
My hand smacked against his chest. “I can’t f*****g believe you.”
“You’re the one who said you were mine,” he said, throwing my words back at me. “I was just making it known.”
I pushed out of his arms and stepped back, regarding him warily. His arms crossed in front of hi
