The Laws of Love

Chapter 63

"I don't doubt it, but the chances of us meeting a predator are slim, and you have to trust the numbers." Come on, relax,” Marc insisted, lacing his fingers over the curve of her bottom. In my arms you are safe from everything bad.

"Because you are all bad?" she tried, arching an eyebrow.

"And I have everything under control," he concluded, with a sly smile.

"I thought that was your favorite lie."

"And I think..." he murmured lazily. He pressed his cheek to hers, "if it's a lie, it's your fault."

She trembled like a leaf. It drove him crazy how she reacted to any of his gestures, his caresses, his simple words. He didn't consider himself any charismatic guy. His thing was winning on the stand, not winning over a woman; if he got it, it was because of his physical appearance, because of his money, because of his fame, and maybe … because of a response. But she made him look like a first”class hunk, made sense of his fa&cc