Dangerous Games by Selene Chardou

I know you too well. I was afraid you would become addicted to the adrenaline rush. Babe, I know you—already you like it too much. That could become an issue.”
    I smiled before I kissed him again. “You’re right…I do.”

 
     

     
    F inn could barely hide how hard it was to be around Evie and not want to devour her alive. He had tried every trick in the book to stay away from her or at least not allow himself to become attached emotionally yet again but it was too late.
    She’d managed to get under his skin and although he knew better, after the successful run and Richard’s approval of her accompaniment before he eighty-sixed Fiona and Dylan didn’t help his whole issue. They had returned early in the morning and after another couple of drinks, they’d crawled in the same bed and decided to spend the night in each other’s arms.
    Unfortunately, all that meant was Evie had wore a cute red camisole with a matching pair of boy shorts, and he wore a pair of boxers. To be honest, he preferred to sleep naked in his own bed, and boxer-briefs were only fit to wear underneath his pants.
    She stretched out next to him and revealed her toned lightly-tanned stomach. “So, what did you think? I know you were jazzed at the club but now the adrenaline has worn off, what is on that busy little mind of yours?”
    Evie rolled toward him and her wavy blonde hair touched his shoulder and felt like woven pieces of silk. “Seriously, I loved it. Sometimes I wonder if my mother really lied about my father, and he wasn’t some Irish rogue from here. Perhaps a first love in Boston she forgot to tell me and my so-called Dad about? You know, like the two of us? I don’t share anything in common with either one of my parents, and this is the most alive I have felt in forever. I hate college and the only reason why I am going to attend Boston University this autumn is for Amaani’s sake.”
    Her steel blue eyes were hypnotic, and he found himself lost in them like a bad romance novel but just looking at her face so close to his drove him crazy. If he didn’t have self-control, he would have definitely made love to her by now. Unfortunately, the longer he waited, the harder it became not to get a hard-on in her presence.
    It wasn’t like he had a piece on the side he could go to.
    Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There was Fiona’s best friend, Chloe, but the fact was he felt different when Evie was in his vicinity. The man-whore disappeared and all the sudden, he couldn’t get it up for anyone other than his first love.
    Perhaps it had something to do with them being so unfinished. She was taken from him but now that she was an adult, she could make her own decisions, and her mother couldn’t say shit. That was a refreshing thought. If Evie really wanted to be with him then they could be.
    “Let’s get married,” Finn said out of the blue.
    Evie laughed out loud as she dug into his top drawer and pulled out a baggie of coke and a forty-milligram tablet of Oxycontin. “What are you? High?”
    “No but it looks like that’s what you’re planning on doing. Do you want me to do it?” he inquired.
    Morally and ethically, Finn hated drugs and thought they were deplorable. The government was doing him a favor by keeping them illegal because he’d made a small fortune, and invested most of it in bricks and mortar once his Cayman Island and Swiss accounts were starting to get too full to stock.
    This whole drug-running operation wasn’t new. He, Brandon and Dylan had been in business for the past two years, and even with paying the Irish gangsters that allowed them to operate, not to mention the contacts they’d earned through them, they still did very good business.
    However, like most humans, he was a walking contradiction. He wasn’t anywhere near as far gone as Dylan due to his drug-addict girlfriend, but he certainly wasn’t as strait-laced as Brandon either. He knew when and where to do drugs—like now that he and