Page 16 of Mr. Risky

“I think a lot of men want you. But I know I’m the only one who can have you whenever I want.”

Gasping for breath, I grabbed at his fingers, trying to tear them off my neck.

“It’s a lie! I don’t want your disgusting hands on me! Get off me, Granger.”

“Bullshit,” he said, and then he was pinning me against the sink, that heavy bulge between his legs pressing on my belly. “You do want my hands on you. How many times in the last two years did you touch yourself thinking about me?”

“None! You have a mighty big ego, don’t you?”

“You haven’t even had sex with your new boyfriend.”

How did he know that?

“No, he’s just more traditional and wants to save ourselves for marriage.”

Granger laughed, low and wicked, and his cock was grinding down on me, the heavy weight of his balls crushing my belly. “No man wants to save himself for marriage. And did you tell him you were a virgin? Oh, Sosie, you’re a dirty little liar.”

I threw myself sideways and scrambled desperately for the door. There were people out there. I could hear them. Coming closer. . .

But his big hand shot out and held the door closed just as the other women arrived.

“Hey!?” “What’s wrong?” “Why won’t this door open?” they all cried, but Granger was standing right between me and safety.

“In fact I want to pick up right where we left off.”

My jaw dropped at his audacity.

“No! You don’t regret what we did? Cheating on Pippa?”

His brows drew together.

“Hell no. I don’t regret it at all.”

He dragged the stubble on his chin across the sensitive skin of my throat.

“In fact, you’re as much mine as ever, and you’re going to be my dirty little secret again.”

“No!” I screamed, this time even louder, and I heard the ladies on the other side of the door begin to cry in alarm for help.

“Slutty brat,” Granger said viciously, biting at my bottom lip and pulling it out until I yelped.

Then he was gone.

Shaken as hell, I opened the door and tried to reassure the ladies outside that nothing was seriously wrong.

But, of course, I walked up to Hayden and Pippa to find Granger standing there, a little smile playing on his lips as Pippa leaned into his side, her fingers lovingly playing with his wedding band.

“Hayden, would—would you mind walking me home?” I asked. “I’m kind of tired after the first day.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said eagerly.

“Enjoy the guest house,” Granger said. “I did a lot of renovations on it so it could be comfortable for your arrival.”

Now what the hell was that supposed to mean?

“He did,” Pippa said. “He’s so clever with his hands.”

Two years ago Granger had chosen Pippa over me. So he wanted the rich girl. Fine.