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“Tex,” comes the muffled command through the door. “Let me in.”
“Sky, I’m going to have to call you back. I want to hear about everything. I have to go but we’ll talk more tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay, Dust. Love you. Thank you so much. For everything.”
I smile because I’m so happy for my sister. “Love you more. And have fun.”
I end the call and go over to the door, bracing myself for Ace’s reaction to me leaving and basically blowing him off tonight. I unlock the door and open it.
Six foot three inches of enraged CEO pushes through the door, slamming it behind him. “I told you to wait for me.” He’s carrying my pizza. “Your pizza guy was waiting by the front door.” He sets the pizza box on the counter.
His tie is barely loosened and his hair is slightly unkempt, like he’s been grabbing fistfuls of it. His stormy energy fills the small space like a man-hurricane has just swept in. He looks, as always, big and masculine as all hell. Hard and domineering. And, even in my world-weary state, absolutely delicious.
His gaze rakes over me, taking in my tiny nightie, my scrubbed face and my damp hair.
“The news is out,” I tell him. “No doubt every single person at Invested Enterprises is currently having a marvelous time over drinks while discussing how I slept my way into my job.”
“Who cares.” He bridges the small divide between us and takes me into his arms, lifting me and setting me on the marble kitchen island, spreading my bare knees to stand between them. “They were going to find out anyway when I announce tomorrow that you’re being promoted to a management position.”
“But I don’t want that. They’ll just assume it’s because I sucked your dick really well at the job interview.” God, I really am tired. I have no filter tonight.
His eyes darken. “Don’t talk about sucking my dick unless you’re prepared to get down on your knees, Texas.”
“I’m serious, Ace.”
“So am I. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. You didn’t sleep your way into your job, so stop obsessing about people getting the wrong idea.”
“Of course I’m obsessing! I’ve worked too hard to get here to completely ruin everything by having a relationship with you, like…all out in the open. I need some space.” I don’t even know if I want space, I just need to say something to gain some distance here. I’m falling too hard and too fast and I know what happens next. The same thing that happens with every man who promises something: they leave. It’s the story of my life. Sky’s phone call only confirms it.
“Space?” He says it like it’s a dirty word. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means I need space! To get my head around keeping both my job and my sanity. This is all too much, Ace. I can’t see straight when you’re around me and I don’t want to completely lose my grip on the rest of my life!”
Even I can hear that what I’m saying doesn’t make perfect sense, but Ace has no idea about what it feels like to be abandoned at a very young age by the person who was supposed to care about you more than anyone. It’s not that I don’t trust Ace, it’s that I can’t. My trust mechanism when it comes to having faith that a man will stick around got shattered a long time ago. The fresh reminder in the form of my sister’s phone call has dug up all my old wounds.
Either way, Ace is doing exactly the opposite of giving me space right now. His hands are gripping my ass and he’s holding my body flush against his. With my knees wide and only the tiny barrier of my cotton panties between us, I can feel that his cock is very hard.
My body is so attuned to his, it reacts without my consent. He smells so good. The huge ridge inside his pants rears against me and my hips barely tilt, pressing against him in a silent invitation. Damn him.
His thumb dips inside my panties and he slides it against my clit.
“I just told you I need space,” I protest, but of course I’m already wet. He’s my Kryptonite, that’s well established by now. My defenses are no match for his man-scent and his gruff aggression.
“If you want space then why’s your pussy wet for me, sweetheart?”
“Because you make me crazy!” It’s absolutely the truth and I grip the front of his jacket with my fists. I want to take out my frustrations on him. I want to make him so mad that he’ll leave, like I know he will.
I know my exhaustion is catching up with me when all my old damages rise up. At some point I should probably talk to a therapist about some of this stuff but tonight the only one who’s available is Ace.
And my vulnerabilities converge in a strange direction. I want to hurt him but I also love him and need him and want him. So much. The magnitude of it all feels twisted up with heat and need. “Fine. Let me suck your big cock then, boss.”
His eyes narrow at me as I push his jacket over his shoulders. I grind against him as I unbutton his shirt, kissing little licks across his chest, gently biting his nipple, which makes him flinch and get even harder. “Texas?—”
But he hisses and takes a step back when I shimmy down his body to undo his pants. I push him carefully—which takes effort because he’s so big and so much stronger than me—to the couch. He sits and I kneel between his spread knees, taking his huge, hot length in my hands.
I know my words and my actions don’t match right now. I’m fully aware of how unhinged I feel. I want to rile him and make him as wild as he makes me.
