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I hated how he smiled at me when he came back from taking flowers to his van. I hated that once he was done picking up his shit, he started helping the waitstaff stack chairs and push tables out of the way for cleaning. But more than anything, I hated how when everyone else had gone home and it was just the two of us, he looked at me expectantly, like he was waiting for something—a thank you, an apology, goodbye. Something.
“I guess that’s it,” Alex said, hooking his thumbs in his pockets and swaggering forward.
“Yeah. Send me an invoice tomorrow and I’ll get you a check.”
“I think you still owe me dinner.”
“Shit.” I raked a hand through my hair, having completely forgotten what I told him earlier. “There might be some left in the kitchen.”
As I turned to go, his hand shot out and landed on my chest. “No, stay. I don’t really care about dinner…”
From the way the corner of his mouth lifted into a slow smile, I was pretty sure he could feel my heartbeat hammering under his palm.
“What are you doing?” I managed to spit out as he backed me up a couple of steps to the wall and pressed me against it.
“I’m not letting you run out of here without talking about what happened.”
“I’m not apologizing,” I said, chin lifting.
“You never do.”
“Fuck you, Alex. I knew calling you was a mistake. I should have—”
He crashed against me, stealing the rest of my reproach and whatever breath I had. For once, he was a man of action. His mouth slanted over mine in a bruising kiss, taking what he wanted but had been too chicken shit to do anything about all those years ago.
But it was too little too late.
I bunched my hands in his t-shirt and shoved against his stupidly hard pecs, unable to move him more than an inch or two.
He pulled away, but his hands cupped my face. “What’s the matter? Nothing to say now?”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to stop being a brat and talk to me like a fucking adult.”
“Or what? You’re going to punish me? Pull out that Big Brother card like it actually means something?”
He stepped forward again, pressing me back into the wall and pinning me there with his massive frame. I’d always been scrawny compared to him but I’d never been as hyperaware of it as I was at that moment—the same way I was keenly aware of the fact his cock was hardening by the second, right next to my own.
“Is that what you want, Aaron? You want me to treat you like a piece of shit so you can finally work out your issues? Ok, I’ll play. You’ve had this coming for too damn long anyway.”
His words had barely sunk into my head before he grabbed me by the back of my neck and hauled me over to the closest table. Knocking the chairs out of his way, he bent me over and shoved me face-first against the glossy wood.
“What the fuck?” I twisted, trying to get a look at him, but he snatched both wrists in one of his hands, preventing me from doing much of anything except squirming in place.
“You want to be a brat? I’ll treat you like a brat,” he replied, reaching around my hips and yanking open my belt buckle.
I smirked, wriggling my ass against his dick, calling his bluff. “Look at you. A closet Dom daddy. I bet your boyfriend just loves that.”
A resounding crack filled the room, followed immediately by a sharp sting on my ass. I stifled my yelp into a grimace, groaning through the pain.
“You like that?” he asked, his breath hot on my ear as he leaned in close. Grabbing my asscheek in one hand, he rubbed it firmly, soothing away the bite of pain. “Then keep it up.”
“Better save some of that energy for your boyfriend,” I carried on despite the fact he pulled my pants and my boxers down in one go, letting them pool at my feet. “It’s Valentine’s Day after all. Can’t go home to your little clone without any lead in your pencil.”
Crack. Crack.
I arched involuntarily, rising up my toes. Heat bloomed across both sides of my ass, which I’m sure would be marked in the morning with a perfect fucking outline of his hand. A shiver rippled down my back, a combination of the pain and the thought of him leaving irrefutable evidence of tonight—something my brain couldn’t deny in the days that followed. Not like last time.
