The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 27

Lark lay perfectly still under Max who kept her pinned to the ground. The sound of Ollie and Johan wrestling over the flag Ollie had no right to touch, a soundtrack to their own battle.

“Chère, you tried to shoot me in the d**k,” his voice was hot in her ear.

She giggled unable to stop herself. “If I was trying to shoot you in the d**k I would have. I aimed high.”

“And my ass?”

“Well, that I meant to hit.”

“And my face?”

She looked over her shoulder in alarm and noted the stain on his face. Her last shot must have grazed his face. He must have turned his head right at the last second but in order for the ball to burst it needed to have hit somewhat. “Oh god, no. Max I didn’t mean to -”

He shook his head, “this one hurt. A lot.”

“I bet,” she rolled under him to look up and wiped the paint off his cheek with her fingertips, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” “Kiss it better,” he demanded his eyes full of mischief.

“No!” she protested as she tried to wriggle out from under him. He was heavy on her. This was eerily like this morning when he dreamed of her.

“Chère,” he gave her a warning glance and tapped his cheek, “kiss this one better or you can kiss the one near my dick.” “Absolutely not.” Her blue eyes flashed furiously to him.

“There were rules. No face shots. You got my face. You owe me,” his eyes were mocking, “or forfeit the game.”

She opened and closed her mouth as she pursed her lips angrily, knowing her competitiveness was going to be used against her, “it was an accident.”

“You are supposed to be in control of your firearm at all times,” he lifted up on his elbows keeping her pinned.

“We won fair and square.”

“Nope. I would have gotten passed you in the footrace to the flag if you hadn’t shot me in the face, causing me to stumble and trip. We would have won.”

“No way.”

“But” he continued despite her protests, “you cheated.”

“I didn’t cheat.”

“Tell it to my cheek. I bet it’s going to be bruised tomorrow. The rules were no face shots.”

“I grazed it.”

“Still counts. Kiss or forfeit.”

“Ugh,” she dropped her head back into the dirt frustratedly. Her heart was thumping wildly. Why did she want to kiss his cheek so much? Damn him and his stupid dimples.

“Fine.”

“Great, cheek or ass or d-”

“Cheek!” she smacked at him furiously.

Despite the fact Ollie was on Johan’s back not twenty feet from them, trying to wrangle the flag away, he tapped his cheek playfully.

She lifted her head back up and gripped his chin and then started to press her lips to his cheek, but he turned his head at the last second. He pinned her hands and kissed her mouth. It was less than ten seconds of a kiss when he pulled back and grinned at her.

“I didn’t want your lips to be full of paint.” He explained his kiss with a devilish smirk.

“Oh,” she blinked as she swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Almost as good as my first kiss when I was twelve.”

“Max, you said friends.”

“Yes, but the way you flirted with Seb tells me you’re not as hurt as you are over Doug the Douche so I’m starting my plans to woo you earlier than I anticipated.”

Her face flushed as he ground his hips to hers.

“It’s not what I want,” she protested his heated words.

“Not yet it’s not. However, I’ve been dreaming of you for too long,” he ran his finger along her cheek as she stared up at him. “I won’t give up without a fight, love. You are too important to me.”

“Hey!” Ollie screamed from where she danced excitedly with the flag she stole. “No s*x in the arena.”