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His brow pinched. “It’s a polite response to someone who expresses gratitude, and you want me to be polite to your friends.”
I narrowed my eyes at the purposely obtuse bastard. “I’m not an item to be borrowed.”
His eyes dancing, he put his mouth to my ear. “Ah, but you are in a sense, aren’t you? Toys are items, remember.”
I shook my head. “Whatever.”
Hugs and goodbyes were exchanged before my girls headed out. Alone with Danton, I admitted, “I half-expected you to turn up early in the hope that your simple arrival would hurry them along.” It would have worked.
“I thought about it.” He ghosted a finger from my temple down to my jaw. “Decided against it.”
“Why?”
“I demand many things from you. I take up a lot of your time and attention, and I’m going to keep doing it. But I don’t want you to ever feel suffocated or oppressed or isolated. Your friends are important to you. Good to you. I want you to have them in your life, even if I don’t much like letting them borrow you,” he added, his eyes lighting with humor.
I squinted and gently poked his chest. “Enough with the borrow thing.”
His mouth kicked up. “Stop bitching at me and go get your shit so we can go.”
“Bitching?”
“Yeah, bitching.”
I set one hand on my hip. “As it happens, I was—”
“Do you want to stand here arguing about jack, or do you want to go to my place so I can bend you over something and fuck your brains out?”
I did a slow blink. “We can argue another time.”
“Good. Now go get your shit.”
***
Bent over the arm of his sofa as Danton railed me from behind, I did my best not to scrabble at the leather cushion one side of my head rested on.
There’d been no foreplay for me when we got inside the apartment. But I hadn’t needed it. I’d gotten plenty damp from how many times he’d roughly tugged on my hair and squeezed my nape—two of my hot buttons—as I’d blown him during the drive here. He’d discovered exactly how wet I was after caging me against the elevator when he jammed two fingers inside me.
We’d stumbled out of the elevator kissing and stripping, and then I’d suddenly found myself bent over the sofa. I was free to moan and gasp as much as I wanted, but not to speak or move or come.
At first, I’d been glad that I was allowed to make noise. But then I realized just how hard it was to remain limp at the same time. I wasn’t used to doing one without the other.
Twice I’d accidentally moved, and my punishment had been three swift, hard spanks each time. Which wasn’t the part that truly bothered me. No, it was that once my ass was on fire, he roughly grabbed two fistfuls of it and sped his pace. It was a sheer miracle that I hadn’t spat out a curse—which would have earned my poor butt more slaps.
“I put something in your purse last night when you weren’t looking,” he said, pounding hard and deep. “You didn’t notice, did you?”
My head almost snapped up. No, no, I hadn’t. And I nearly said as much, which he would have delighted in taking out on my ass.Tricky bastard.
“To be more specific, I put it on your bunch of keys.”
It was a struggle to hold back a frown—he’d have noticed it for sure.
“A key for my elevator,” he added. “You’ll need it, since you’ll be moving in with me this weekend.”
What in the fuck?
He slowed his pace, still tunneling deep. “I gave you time, Cat. Then I gave you more time. And a little more. You’ve officially ran out of it. You’re moving in with me.”
Could he be more high-handed?
