Brett swipes his tongue over his teeth. “You’re not listening to me.”
“I don’twantto listen to you. I don’t believe a word you say, Brett. Not aword. Can I get back to work, or do you just want to fire me right now and put me out of my misery?”
His scowl makes another appearance, but there’s a triumphant glint in his eyes I really don’t like. “As long as you need this job, you have it.”
I turn on my heel to leave, but as I walk out the door, I hear him call out to me. “Think about what I said, Blake.”
CHAPTER 33
NERO
The moment Blake comes home from work on Monday, I’m on her. She barely makes it through the front door before my lips crash against hers.
What has she done to me? Now that I’ve had her, I only want her more. Did I really think at one point that she’d stop invading my thoughts after I managed to sleep with her?
I want to laugh at that past version of myself. What a fucking fool.
She’s in my head all the time, tempting me, taunting me, teasing me, and she’s got no idea.
I pull her out of her winter coat while she kicks off her boots. Her eyes dance with lust and warmth as I lift her up into my arms and carry her into the bedroom.
My hand slips under her shirt, then under her bra. When I swipe my thumb over her nipple, she moans and reaches for my belt.
“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day,” I mutter against her ear, cupping her over her jeans as she works my zipper open. “Are you wet for me, Sunshine? Did you daydream about my cock filling your tight little hole while you were working?” I slide my hand inside her jeans, past her panties, past her sopping-wet folds.
“Yes,” she whines. Her small hand wraps around my erection, and she gives it a few careful strokes, but they’re enough to wreck me. I work her jeans down over her hips just enough on her thighs to give me access to her panties, and then I toss her on the bed. I prop her ankles over my shoulder, hold her wrists above her head, and pull her panties aside, thrusting in with one smooth stroke.
We both groan at the same time. It feels like coming home.
She lets me hold her down, lets me use her. Her climax comes first, a rough, rippling thing that sucks me deeper and deeper until I can’t fight it anymore.
“Fuck. Here it comes,” I growl.
She’s still pulsating, still milking me as I spurt inside her tight, wet cunt, and it’s the kind of feeling that obliterates all thought. I don’t know how long I pump into her. I’m barely aware of pulling out and collapsing on the bed beside her. Minutes blur. The only hint at the passage of time is our ragged breathing.
Eventually, we manage to get our jeans untangled from our limbs. She curls into me, wraps herself against my overheated body, and starts to trace my tattoos with the tips of her fingers.
“What does this one mean?” she asks softly.
I crack open my tired eyes and glance down at the spot she’s pointing to on my ribs. It’s a fish with a man’s face coming out of its mouth.
It means silence. It means loyalty. It means brotherhood.
But I can’t tell her that, and I don’t want to lie to her, so I do what seems to be my new default. I try to distract her when I don’t have an answer to give her.
I roll on top of her, making her yelp, and I slide down her body. She’s so fucking soft everywhere. My tongue darts out to circle her nipple and then I move lower and lower until my lips touch her inner thigh, just inches away from her pussy.
My cum is dripping out of her, and the sight of it drives me insane. I push it back inside with my fingers and suck on her clit. Her hips buck against my face, she tugs on my hair, and then she explodes.
She doesn’t ask about the tattoo again.
When her body finally goes limp, I tuck her under my arm and drag my knuckles over her spine. “How was your first day back to work?”
She buries her face against the side of my neck and groans. “Terrible.”
“What happened?”
Her palm slides up my chest, and she props her chin on top of her hand, her eyes meeting mine. Worry swirls within. “Brett insisted on talking to me. He’s obsessed with you, Rowan. First, he apologized about what he said at the party, but then told me this nutso theory that you had something to do with the fire.”
