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“That’s the problem, isn’t it? You’re mad, I said no.”
Yes. “I’m mad that you make decisions for both of us. I am an adult with my own opinions.”
“That’s cute. You wouldn’t give a damn about my decision-making skills if my beard was soaked from your pussy.” The aforementioned body part tingles as his steel eyes pierce me, trapping me as he moves into the chair next to me. He’s so close, I get another hit of his cologne. It’s been teasing me all day. Even angry, his nearness makes me wet. His hand gripping my bare thigh through the split with his fingers digging possessively into my flesh doesn’t help. His breath fanning my neck is just plain unfair. “Would you question my decisions if I stick my fingers inside of you right here and make you cum on them?” I turn to look away but he grabs my chin forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Would’ve still been mad if I’d fucked you so dirty that my name was the only word in your vocabulary?”
I open my mouth to bitch about his audacity, but damn I want everything he’d just said. His grin is wicked when I remain silent.
“That’s what I thought,” he confirms then lets me go. “Don’t question my decisions.” He stands up, towering over me. “Be home in an hour, Mrs. Hale. You don’t want me coming back to get you.”
He smiles gently at an elderly lady as he holds the door for her. I watch through the window as he walks to his car, fucking whistling
like he doesn’t have a care in the world. My eye twitches. I’ve balled up my slice of cake, the bread of it oozes through my fingers by the time I realize what I’m doing.
This mutherfucker.
“Okay, Mr. Hell,” I mumble to myself. “You want to play, let’s play.”
Chapter 13
Oran
I know Karessa is mad. No, she’s pissed. I’ve showered and changed by the time she arrives. If looks had powers, hers would have frozen me into place. I know she’ll retaliate, I just don’t know how or when. Maybe her anger will take her mind off sex. Kicking off her heels, she disappears into the trophy room and returns with her clothes bag. Her once flowing hair is now in a messy bun, and without a word she turns and presents me with her back to unzip her dress.
“This again,” I tease her with the memory from the ballroom.
“Nope.” Her answer is cool yet slightly haughty. “You were perfectly clear. Name only, right?”
“Right,” I agree as I wait for her to show her hand.
I get halfway done unzipping her dress, and she moves away from me.
“Right. We’re two adults who can perfectly make decisions without consulting the other. Like you deciding we won’t have sex.”
“True.”
I know she’s twisting my words. I just have to wait to see the outcome.
“Good.” Karessa goes right toward the master instead of left to the bathroom she’s been using. “My first decision as an independent adult is that you can be your own fucking trophy. I hope your air mattress supports your big ass.”
A smile creeps across my lips. I see what she did there. Twice since she’s donned that wedding ring she’s dropped some variation of fuck. This is what Dondi meant. Some of the fire that simmered in her pretty irises is seeping out. At this rate, I’ll get the unfiltered version. The thought of seeing her free and raw makes my dick hard.
It’s in our best interest that I sleep on the air mattress, but things just got interesting. I can’t let it slide. Taking my time, I savor my drink, letting the alcohol burn its way down my throat and calm me from the inside. I’ve never wanted a woman so badly and it has nothing to do with her being considered off limits.
When I get to my bedroom door, I listen for a moment. Silence. Karessa might be in bed already. The door knob doesn’t budge when I turn it. Locked. Chuckling softly, I shake my head at how cute she is right now. Using my shoulder, I hit the door with enough force for it to splinter then swing open.
Karessa is sitting in the center of my bed like she belongs, the soft scent of the soap she used in the shower filters into the room, but that’s not what has me rooted at the door. Karessa’s spaghetti strap night shirt is lacy and see-through, her brown areolas and pert nipples are visible and the outline of her bikini underwear makes me breathe a little easier.
“Get out,” she demands like she pays bills here or can beat me in a fight.
I have to give her bravado points. It’s damn sexy.
I’m across the room in what feels like two strides. I grab her by the neck and take the kiss I’ve been wanting since the last. It’s rough and unapologetic. We moan as when I bite her bottom lip. I let her go, causing her to fall back on the bed.
“Make me,” I challenge her.
“I’ve decided it’s my room now. Run along, Hell.”
“I can pick your ass up and toss you on the air mattress in the other room, can you do the same?”
