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“Give it back.”
“That’s enough.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“Never said I was. I am your children’s nanny, and I am doing what is best for them and for you too. If you keep going, you’ll wake up with a hell of a hangover tomorrow, and I’m sure you don’t want your girls to see you like that.”
“Like you care.” I was intentionally getting on her nerves. I needed her to leave me be. As though she had read my mind, she said, “I know this trick. I am very familiar with it, trust me. You’re trying to push me away. Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but it won’t work, okay?”
She placed the glass out of my reach and sat on the edge of my desk. “I don’t know what it is that has got you so down, but I want you to know I’m here. You don’t even have to tell me about it just yet. Just know that I’ve got your back.”
She cautiously pulled my head to her blossom and let it rest there. And finally, the dam broke, and I allowed it to flow freely. And Zoey just sat there at the edge of the table, my head on her chest as wracking sobs tore through me, and she didn’t say anything save for her hand rubbing my back.
When I’d cried to my heart’s content, I looked up to see a kindness and gentleness in her eyes that drove me closer. On instinct, I pulled her into my lap and kissed her. She gave a little moan of protest before easing into the kiss. My hand, of their own accord, traveled down to grab her nipple, and that was when she tore away from me.
“I can’t do this, Adrian. I’m sorry.”
16
- WORDS AND SWORDS
ZOEY CARTER
The nerve of the man. He'd not even had the decency to inform me to my face about the so-called "important work thing," and yet he expected me to show up. There was a sharp knock at my room door.
"Come in."
Eva strolled in, holding a huge shopping bag on which ‘Emporia’ was written in gold. She had a sly look on her face as she walked toward me.
"Mr. Black said I should deliver this to you. He had this hot shot designer custom make it for you," she reiterated what I was sure was Adrian's words. His attempt at bribery was funny. "Madam, also, there's someone here to see to your hair and make-up."
"Well, since my husband won't talk to me directly, tell him I'm not a doll, and I won't be tossed around."
The door was thrown open, and a very angry Adrian stood in the doorway. "Leave us," he grounded out at Eva, who was shaking in fright.
"Now, dear wife, you were saying?” He stalked toward me, a mischievous look plastered on his annoying face. "Tell me what you want from me, Zoey. First, you kiss me, and then you push me away. Why do you make it so hard?" He pulled me flush against him and buried his face in my neck. "You look so irresistible." He inhaled deeply. "Smell so incredibly good. I can't wait any longer. I need you." He crashed his lips to mine in a kiss that left me gasping for breath. "You taste so sweet."
"Adrian," I moaned. His name felt so right on my tongue, just as his hands did on my rear.
"You're so soft. So..." He peppered kisses all over me. His eyes mirrored the desire pooling in my core. "...divine." His lips returned to mine, but this time it was slow and sensual. It was as though his lips were making love to mine as he took his time exploring every corner of my mouth. His mouth swallowed my moans of delight when his hand fisted in my hair, angling my head better for his onslaught. His mouth moved down my jaw, trailing over my neck all the way down to the valley between my breasts, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses on my skin.
I pulled him closer, begging for more just as his hands slipped inside my silk nightdress. I gasped when he pulled down the sheer garment, exposing me to his hungry gaze.
"Dear God, Zoey."
I let out a chuckle that died in my throat when he caught a pebbled nipple in his mouth. His other hand kneaded the other while I tried to control my moans. Our uneven breaths echoed into the empty room as he extended the courtesy to the other.
"Adrian. Please." I don't know what it was that I wanted, but something inside me needed him. "Please."
He lowered his hand between my thighs. "What do you want, baby girl?" Something about the way he cooed brought a fresh wave of desires to me. "Tell me."
His hand slipped closer and closer to the part of me that wanted him. Heck! Needed him.
"I want you to... "
"To what?"
I tried to pull his hands where I wanted them, but he wouldn't have it.
