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“I never said you are, morena.”
Biting down on her smile, she rolls her eyes at me. “Then why are you still here?”
“For fun.”
Her eyebrows scrunch at that to a not quite scowling glare. When a grin cuts my face, her pouty lips purse and half of her eyes disappear behind her thick lashes.
“Listen, you and Casper might be buddies, but our taste in people is very different. Whatever you’re after, I’m not the person to give it to you.”
I hold my ground as she tries to push past me with a growl.
“On the contrary, Belles, you’re the only person to give it to me.”
“My name is Arabella. Call me Arabella.”
“Too many syllables when it matters.”
One of her hands anchors on her hitched hip, the other fluffing her long, butt-length curls from her face before she marks me with a straight face. Rolling onto her tiptoes, she digs her nail into my chest as she punctuates her words. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, and besides, my brother would pulp you.”
She underestimates how serious I am about getting to know her better.
“What if I’ve already taken care of your brother?”
“Not going to happen.” Shaking her head, she laughs as she pushes forward. “Ever.”
Stepping to the side, I give her just enough room to make it past me, but not without having to brush her body on mine. “You’re jumping the gun, sweetheart.”
“I’m not jumping shit.”
“Sure you are.” I rotate with the brush of her body, keeping the contact between us for as long as possible.
“Yeah?” Stepping backwards into the entrance of the business building, she grins. “Who says?”
“Me, and I’m like a fucking Pharaoh—I set shit in stone.”
Turning, she walks away, waving her hand over her shaking shoulders. “We’ll see…”
I’ll let her laugh all she wants now, but I’ll be the one doing it in the end. I’ve caught her scent, and I won’t stop now until she gives me what I want.
“Christopher.” Her breathy moan as my fingers curl around the lace band of her stocking seeps through the cotton of my shirt. Heat spreads to all my extremities, and I want nothing more than to silence her with my mouth and my fingers and cock.
I’m so hungry for her in every possible way that it physically hurts.
“Christopher,” Arabella repeats with a faint hitch of her breath as I swipe my thump over her underwear.
“I want to fuck you so hard, it fucking hurts.”
Nodding into my chest, she grips the hem of my jacket, pulling me over her like a blanket.
“I want my cock buried so far up your cunt you’ll feel me for days.”
Biting down on my shirt, her teeth catch my skin, and fuck…my blood rushes down south so quick that I’m covered in head-to-toe shivers.
I need to get us the hell out of here. This whole social scene isn’t for tonight. She’s vulnerable with the wound I opened up,
and now I need to close it.
Pulling back, I release her hair and her stocking, adjusting my rock-hard dick before I grab her hand.
