I wait for his answer. He nods.
“Good. And if you know that, then you also know how poorly life can turn for you if you get on my bad side. Am I right again?”
With a tight grip on his camera, his eyes drop to the floor. “I’ve heard stories.”
“Then you have to be pretty fucking stupid to play this game with me.” I take a step forward, and he shudders. “I admire your persistence, but I am gonna need that camera.”
The man’s eyes dart between Rip and me. I have to hand it to the guy; he may be terrified, but he’s held his own. But like I told him, my patience is thinning not only from irritation, but because watching Rip manhandle the reporter has my pants growing tighter.
I go to stop Rip when he approaches, but he raises his hand to tell me he’s okay. He gets down close to the guy, right by his ear, and whispers to him.
His breathing grew shallow and rapid as his wide eyes remained glued to the floor. He holds the camera out, head slumped in defeat, when Rip snatches it. He fiddles with it, trying to delete the photos, before finally giving it back to the guy.
“If you speak a syllable about this to anyone, we will find you.” Rip’s fingers dig into his shoulder with a harsh squeeze. “Now get the fuck out of here. Please.”
The reporter nods, his shoulders slumping as he scurries away in defeat. With a sneer that pulls his lips back, Rip erupts into wild, crazed laughter. It’s booming and gleeful, like it’s the first time he’s laughed in years.
It’s only now I notice my hands are still wrapped around his bicep. “What did you say to him?”
He smirks. “Take a wild guess.”
“Or you could just tell me.”
“What would be the fun in that?” He takes a smooth step forward, and his hand snakes around my waist. “Just know that reporter won’t be setting foot anywhere near you or your family again.”
“Thanks,” I mutter, eyes trailing his muscles. “But I was handling it.”
“You say that a lot, don’t you, Prince?” he flirts, his hips pressing against mine. The friction is heavenly, sending electricity surging through my body as his pelvis rolls against my hardening dick. “Yeah, thought so.”
It’s times like this I want nothing more than to kiss him. The thought of his tender lips and the feel of metal on his tongue grazing against mine ignites a sense of longing in me.
I underestimated how torturous the whole “no kissing” rule would be.
He squeezes my ass. “Are you going to take me up on my offer from earlier?”
“Fuck yes.”
Rip’s lips move to my neck, sucking and pulling on the skin like it’s chewy candy. “Okay, but not in the toilet—out there. On the rooftop.”
I look at him, dumbfounded. The rooftop, as in the open spot with all the buildings surrounding it, bright lights, and a crowd watching karaoke? Did we not just chase down a man for taking pictures of us? Now he wants us to put on a naked show for everyone to see.
“Yeah, let’s give everyone a live porno. It’s not like anyone would want to post a video of that,” I say sarcastically as I bite back a groan.
He pulls away, biting his lip and gripping the back of my head. “Imagine it, Kingsley. Out in the open, and the stars shining down on us. Me, balls deep inside of you, fucking you so hard you’re screaming my name loud enough for the entire city to hear. Isn’t that romantic?”
My dick twitches, and I think my pants have shrunk three sizes. I know he’s teasing me, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not considering it.
We’re the tallest building in the area, high enough that no pedestrian walking below could see us by looking up. Technically, the only way to get a photo would be to be up on the roof itself, given the surrounding walls and structure. So, if the area is closed, then we’ll have privacy.
Only because of Rip am I even thinking about this. This going sideways means a lot more problems than Aralynn’s arrest and the mole in the organization.
I’d say I’ll blame it on the alcohol, but in this case,Ripis the alcohol.
“There is something about you, Rip. Here I am ready to make shit happen that could destroy my name and make my life hell because you asked me to.”
His smile falters. “Is that a bad thing?”
“It might be,” I state, our eyes locked. “But I’ll do it over and over, even if it ruins me, if it keeps me yours.”
