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His silence only added to the ridiculousness of it all.
He took a step towards me, and I reversed until my back hit the wall. We had already been in this situation before, but this time I couldn’t let him take control.
“I asked you a question. Why did you go out with that wanker?” he said, his eyes burning into mine. He placed his hands on either side of the wall, caging me in.
“He’s Lucian, my date, remember, Mr Prime Minister?” I infused my tone with sarcasm. “Now, let go of me before you do something you will regret later. You’re crossing the line again!”
Spencer had made it perfectly clear that there wasn’t going to be anything between us, and I truly wanted to move on. I was ready to have a relationship with someone, and this fool here knew he would never be there for me.
“I’m not done talking to you. I thought you didn’t date. This guy looks like he wants to take advantage of you.”
Christ, he wouldn’t let this go. He was also imagining things.
“What the hell is wrong with you? It is none of your business whether I date or not. You’re only my boss, as you have expressed, so this …” I waved my finger between us, “whatever this is, it’s not real. And this attitude ends now. You have no right to dictate what I do and who I date!”
Spencer’s nostrils flared. He brought his face so close to mine, our lips almost touched. I squeezed my thighs together because my body was already betraying me. God, help me be strong.
And he hadn’t even touched me yet.
“Have you already forgotten how turned on you were in that club? How your pussy was soaked through for me, and only me? How your juices coated my fingers as you came … So you are my business, Laura. From that moment on, you were always going to be my business.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against my throat.
I closed my eyes, trembling with desire, his hot breath and crude words sending me weak at the knees. At the same time, I wanted to slap him, to hit him with all my strength. I rose onto my tiptoes and murmured, “You’re so full of yourself. I’m still going to date Lucian if I want to. Now let go of me before I start screaming.”
“Over my dead body, woman.”
He fisted a hand in my hair, an unquenchable hunger in his eyes, then devoured my mouth with unrelenting passion until my lips burned, and I gasped out a broken and shuddering moan. That desperate sound only seemed to drive him further, to intensify the kiss until I was melting into him.
He tasted like the deep-blue sky mixed with scotch, mysterious yet tantalising. His tongue plundered my mouth, and I was lost in his embrace. My brain was screaming at me to push him off me, to fight, but my body … fuck, my body had completely shut out my mind.
His hands moved through my hair, roughly tugging. He claimed me with a possessiveness I had never experienced before.
“You taste like you belong to me, so sweet, so fucking good. I can’t stop touching you. What are you doing to me?” He pulled away slightly, breathing hard, his eyes now sparking unholy flames.
Then he spread my legs with his knees and moved his body between them. My heart was pounding, and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He couldn’t give me what I truly wanted, not now or ever.
“Get off me right now. You’re no good for me,” I said, tired of fighting him all the time.
But then, his mouth was on mine again, and he was pushing his hard erection against my stomach. He crouched a little and brought it to my core, proceeding to dry hump me against the wall. Damn, he felt so sinfully good, and I was aching for him.
He left me breathless as he kissed my neck, trailing his mouth down to my collarbone while he kept rubbing his hard cock on that perfect spot …
I was slowly losing my mind.
“I can’t … I want you so fucking much,” he rasped, his voice broken.
He was so hard, and only our clothes separated us. Without these garments impeding us, we could go all the way …
Shit.
No.
It took everything I had to push him away from me and put some distance between us.
“You need to let me go. This can’t ever be real. We are on different paths, and you can’t give me what I want, Spencer. You know this,” I said firmly, then closed my eyes because I couldn’t look at him any longer or I would shatter.
I needed a break from all of this. From him. I didn’t want to face reality and the fact that on Monday, I’d be back at Number 10, pretending once more that nothing had happened.
“I don’t know what you want. Tell me the truth, Laura. Tell me how you really feel and how much you can’t deny me any longer,” he asked, attempting to cage me again.
