Page 61 of Bound Lies

Kieran’s shoulders shake with silent laughter.

“Careful there, Riley. You’re dangerously close to admitting you need me.”

My throat goes dry as his dark eyes lock onto mine from across the room.

I know I should shut this down, but the way Kieran is looking at me is making me want to throw my notes aside and forget all my morals.

This isn’t real.

I would do well to remember that Kieran is not here by choice. Whatever is brewing between us is purely down to forced proximity, nothing more. If I was a random girl at a bar, he wouldn’t look twice at me.

The thought should have me sobering up, but instead, it only makes my stomach turn to lead.

“I think I’m done,” I say quietly as I close my books.

Kieran watches me closely as I start tidying up my things.

Only when I stand in front of him and hold out my hand to take back my book do I look at him again.

“So, dinner?”

I sigh, snatching back my book. “I remember the deal.”

“I’m flattered by your enthusiasm,” Kieran teases as he swings his legs around so that he’s sitting properly in the chair.

I glance down, and a rush of heat comes over me as I imagine him spreading his thighs so I could sink to my knees between them⁠—

“I’m going to take a shower,” I blurt.

“Was that an invitation?” Kieran smirks.

“You are such a pig, you know that?”

“And you continue to act surprised.” He leans back in the chair and spreads his thighs apart.

He’s so damn big that he could easily crush me, and the thought has me squeezing my thighs together.

“Enjoying the view?” he asks when he catches me looking at him.

“I find it sickening.” I storm into the bathroom, making sure to flip him off over my shoulder before slamming the door shut behind me.

He keeps chuckling long after I’ve stepped under the water, so I quickly turn the temperature to cold, hoping to put out whatever fire Kieran Sullivan seems to have ignited inside me.

Chapter Fourteen

KIERAN

Me: Thanks for the rose petals, asshole.

Ronan: Those were Brennan’s idea…

Brennan: You’re welcome, baby ;)

Me: You couldn’t have told him no?

Ronan: I could, but where’s the fun in that?

Me: You’re both dead to me, especially considering the fact that you only booked a room with one fucking bed.