“Evening, Anton,” she says breathlessly.
I catch his gaze drop to her mouth, then he winks at her.
I scowl at him.
“I hope the boss is behaving himself.”
“He is not.” Her face is red.
I like watching her walk through my lobby, my jacket on her shoulders like a cape.
Anton has the elevator waiting.
“You look like you just got fucked in the back seat of a car, Cupcake.” I nip her neck when the elevator doors close.
She elbows me. “Don’t ever touch me again.”
I kiss her then let her shove me against the closed doors.
“You’re not a good enough lay for me to lose my job.”
“That’s all that’s keeping you from me? Cupcake, fuck your job.”
The elevator dings. I hold the door open for her.
She doesn’t move.
“Don’t you want to pick up your dog?” I croon. “I’m sure Truman misses you.”
She hesitates then steps off but balks in the foyer of the penthouse.
I whisper to her, “When was the last time you had a man touch your clit? Or were you touching it last night in my car?”
“Shut up.”
“Did you want me to come down and surprise you?” I feel the pulse jump on her neck with my tongue. “Wanted me to watch while you made yourself come?”
“I can’t with you right now. I know you’re just doing this because you want to win, because you’re an asshole, because you’re mad I won’t submit to you over my exes.” She sounds irritated but horny. It’s like catnip.
“I hate your ex-fiancés.”
I kiss her to stake my claim. It’s a crushing, bruising kiss.
She pushes at me, hands shoving fruitlessly at my chest. “I’m not losing my job for you.”
“And I’m not losing you.” I slam my hands on the wall and back her up. “You aremine. I don’t care if all you let me do is stare at you while you drink out of that ridiculous cup. You’re mine. And yes, I know you did something with that bag. I’m going to buy you another one.”
“No, you’re not.” She’s gasping, trying but not trying to get away from me.
“I don’t have to touch you to make you mine.”
She turns and wiggles against me, making me hard at her desperate attempts to escape me.
“You just are so—”
I’ve got her flattened against the wall, my cock hard against her hip. Voice hoarse, deep, and gravelly, I beg her. “Tell me you want it.”
“You’re the one who wants to fuck me.”
