Page 14 of Puck Off, She’s Mine

"Christ," I growl, nipping her ear before I tip her head back, my eyes locking on her lips. "You did dream about me, didn't you?"

"I…I…"

"Tell me."

"Yes," she breathes.

I swoop, crushing my mouth to hers. She whimpers against my lips, her entire body trembling. I know I'm moving too fast, but I can't stop myself this time. She's right here, so fucking sweet. I lick into her mouth, kissing her the way I wanted to kiss her yesterday. I brand her with my tongue, and let her brand me with her taste.

She whines my name, her short nails raking against my sides. My hands slide down her body, touching everywhere. She's so damn perfect. Even through her dress, she's soft and pliable, like she was made to take me. When I reach her ass, I squeeze, unable to help myself.

"Phoenix."

I boost her up, loving the way she immediately wraps her legs around my waist. She clings, her hot little pussy right there.

"Christ, Cara." I pin her against the wall, breathing hard. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" I rock into her, just to make sure she feels the truth and knows.

Her head falls back on a moan, her body trembling.

"How wet are you right now?"

"Yes."

"Yes?" I grin, pulling back to look at her. "You're yes wet?"

"I mean, no. I mean…" She squeezes her eyes closed, breathing in through her nose like she's trying to get her shit together. "I mean, I'm not."

"Liar." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, stroking her cheek. "You want me."

"Whatever." She rolls her eyes, but there's no hiding the hunger stamped across her face or the flush to her cheeks. She's as desperate as I am. She's just better at lying to herself about it. "Put me down."

"Nah. I think I like you right here, gorgeous." I jostle her again, making sure her cunt rides against the hard ridge of my erection. "This is where you belong."

Her lips part again before she gives her head a sharp shake, as if trying to clear it. "We aren't dating, Phoenix. I'm not sleeping with you. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not interested?"

"Yeah? Is that why you've been at the arena every day this week?" I ask, holding her gaze. "Because you aren't interested?"

"I'm not. I'm just doing my job."

I dip my head, placing it against her ear. "I might believe you," I whisper against the shell of it, "but you're wrapped around me right now, and I can feel how wet you are, Cara. That perfect little pussy is leaving a wet spot on my pants right now."

She growls, the cutest little sound of frustration, and then wiggles, trying to force me to put her down. I hold onto her for another moment, mostly just because she's grinding all over my cock and it feels fucking magical. But also because every time she does it, she gasps a little, and I love that sound.

Eventually, she manages to work her way free of me, landing unsteadily on her feet. She sways before she manages to catch herself, her expression all outrage and pink cheeks as she tries to straighten her clothes and fix her hair.

"I'm going to find out what you're hiding," she says. "It'd be a lot easier on you if you just told me."

"You should know better than to believe gossip and rumors, baby," I murmur. "You never know who started them or for what purpose."

"What does that mean?" she asks, her brows furrowing.

"Exactly what I said." I tap her on the nose, smirking. "I'm not hiding anything. But feel free to keep digging."

She gapes at me, her mouth moving like she's trying to formulate a response, but I don't give her time. I don't want her to figure out that the only thing I'm hiding is that I'm the one who started that damn rumor or why I started it. She might actually kill me then. Instead, I slip out of the conference room, striding back down the hall.

I make it all of two steps before I run straight into Corey.

"Goddammit," I growl, glaring at him. "Why are you always around to fuck up my good mood?"