Chapter Thirteen
Cohen
Ember’s proficiency at finding the negative in any given situation was a gift — a horrible one — but a gift, nonetheless. “If she says that to you, you can let her know that it’s not true.”
“But you know it is. Well, sort of.” A sexy smile curved her plump, completely kissable lips. “You do want to screw me. I know you do.”
I leaned over, putting my lips right up to her ear. “I prefer calling it making love, baby,” I whispered.
I felt the heat radiating off her skin as she pushed me back. Although she did it playfully, I knew she didn’t want Madison to see us that close. “What did I tell you about calling me that?” she huffed as she waved her hand in front of her face to cool herself off. “God, Cohen.” A deep breath settled her down as her face lost most of the
