“Superior to me?”she spat back at him.“You’re inferior to the coffee in that machine; I need it more than I need you.Superior?Men like you delude themselves into believing they are superior to make themselves feel better about their weakness.”
“I’m weak?”
“If you’re one of those males, you are.”
“Didn’t I prove that last night?”
“That you’re male and weak?Yes.Only weak men find it necessary to exert dominance over women.Only weak men are threatened by strong women.Only weak men—”
“Ah!Shit, I get it.You need me to show you!”He stepped right up close, sandwiching her between him and the breakfast bar.Bending his knees on either side of hers, he crouched lower, leveling their eyes.“To take you to your happy place.”
“I don’t need you for anything.”
But when he skimmed both hands onto her upper chest beneath the shirt and scooped the fabric over to the back of her shoulders, exposing them, he proved he didn’t need permission.And then he started working on the buttons.One, then the other, and the next…
“You want me for something though,” he murmured, his low voice thick and smooth.
Fuck him.Her lumbar trembled with the tickle of anticipation that accentuated the arch of her spine.“You don’t deserve to touch me.”
“Be a good little woman and submit to your superior.”
“Like hell!”she said and tried to shove him away.
He shoved back harder, pushing the small of her back into the harsh angle of the counter.When his fingers curled slowly around her jaw to tip her head back, he held her lips in place to trace his across them.
Damn him.She jerked up, grabbing his lower lip in her teeth.
A rumbling groan shook his throat.That strain on his control put a smug smile on her face.If she wanted it, he did too.Neither of them lost, they both won.Though she didn’t mind reminding him of her altruism.
Snatching her hips, he spun her around.“We’re gonna do it whether you stand there and watch or not, employee,” Rourke said, bending her over the counter.“Get!Go on.Shoo!”
Franco bolted, dashing away before the door slammed.
“That was rude.Xavie—”
“Stop talking…” he prodded her ass with the head of his dick, “or I’ll put this in your mouth, and I won’t be any gentler.”
No, never.Gentle wasn’t what she wanted.Her desire came when—slamming himself into her, he didn’t take the time to test or tease her.His groan let loose when he was up to the hilt and a shiver went through both of them.
“I felt that.”
“Quiet.There’s etiquette for being a billionaire’s whore.”
“Good thing I’m not one,” she said, stretching her arms across the counter.“Do your work, Boy Scout, and maybe you’ll get a cookie after.”
She didn’t have cookies or know where the apple had gone, but fuck, he filled her up in all the right ways.
TWENTY-TWO
“AS YOU CAN see, our facilities are second to none,” their guide said, strolling down a carpeted hallway lined with generic art.“We take our work here seriously.Your family is our family.”
Uh huh.
“Thank you,” Rourke said as they stopped in a bedroom doorway.“Could you give us a minute?”
“Of course,” the woman said and widened her smile before walking away.
His hand curled around her elbow to lead her into the room.“What’s going on?”
