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“We made Gwen, remember? There was a lot of fucking involved,” he says with collected cool and I nearly don’t hear him over the pounding in my ears.
“Huh.” Nate scratches his chin. “For the record, if one of you kills the other, whether it’s first-degree or manslaughter, I won’t represent the other party.” He gives us a suspicious look and mutters, “You’re parents and are old enough to rise above bickering like children. Pull it together.”
Then he’s out the door, leaving me with the nightmare in the form of a man.
I jam a finger against his chest. “What the hell is wrong with you? Nate’s already suspecting something and you nearly revealed everything.”
“Aside from your horror movie-worthy expression, I don’t see why Nate shouldn’t know. Afraid your ex-fuck buddy will be jealous?”
“More like I don’t want complications. And for the last damn time, Nate and I were never fuck buddies, not that it concerns you.”
He grabs me by the waist and I shiver when he traps me between his chest and the conference table. My ass burns when it hits the edge, courtesy of the man who squashes all distance between us until only my cup of coffee separates us.
His voice drops to a sexy ramble when he says, “The taste of your cunt is still on my lips, so I say it very much concerns me.”
“We’re at work,” I whisper-yell, surveying our surroundings.
“So? I own the work.”
“Well, I don’t. So excuse me so I can go make a living, Your Royal Highness.”
“Stop provoking me for sport unless you fancy a fuck on the top of this very table.”
My hold falters on the cup due to two facts. One, I know this crazy man will go through with his promise. Two, I’m inexplicably buzzing with nauseating excitement at the possibility.
When I say nothing, he takes it as a sign that his threat went through. “Now, are you or are you not going to stop being stubborn and resume your vacation?”
“I’m perfectly fine.”
“Hiding the bruises with makeup doesn’t make you fine. It makes you a con artist.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Which bruises are we talking about? The ones from the thugs or the ones you savagely gave me like some barbarian? I can’t even move without feeling them.”
A wide, impossibly proud grin curves his lips. “Mission accomplished. Brace yourself, sweetheart, there will be more marks before those disappear.”
“You…”
“Pervert? You’re starting to sound like a broken record.”
“And you’re starting to get too comfortable touching me.” I swat his hand away. “I’m not your toy for the week, Kingsley.”
“It can be a month or two. I don’t mind.”
“Well, I do.”
He frowns. “What’s the duration you’re thinking of?”
“None. It was a one-time thing. We fucked each other out of our systems and it’s over.”
“That might be true for you, but I haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.” He grabs my chin, spreads his fingers on my skin with domineering command, and tilts my head back. “My place tonight?”
“No.”
“Your place then? Though you’ll have to kick Caroline Luciano back to her mansion. I don’t appreciate an audience.”
“No.”
“My, witch. I didn’t know you were into exhibitionism.”
