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“Miss Harrow,” he admonishes.
“Mr. Raffiel,” I mock, making Astro chuckle as he watches us argue.
“You two argue like an old married couple,” Cillian remarks, and we both turn to glare at him. He holds his hands up with a grin. “Just saying.”
“We can’t protect you—”
“If you don’t know every detail,” I finish for him, and he glares at me harder before stomping away, muttering about annoying women.
“I think that means he likes me.” I wink at them as my team takes everything to the car.
“Oh, baby, he more than likes you,” Astro says as he puts his mug in the sink. Leaning closer, he drops his voice. “If he didn’t, he wouldn’t care. We’ve had plenty of celeb jobs, and not once did he give a shit about changing schedules or unknown factors. Not like this. He cares, Reign.” He winks as he wanders away.
Well, shit.
Now I feel bad. Leaving them to clean up, I head out to find Raff, my slippers sliding easily across the floor. I’m warm and comfy in my matching sweats and sweatshirt set—the best type of outfit to get ready in—but when I step into the room, he eyes me like I’m wearing nothing. He has his phone to his ear and I wait, leaning against the door after I shut it, giving us privacy.
“Thank you.” He hangs up, eyeing me as if he’s waiting for a fight. We haven’t known each other long, but we always butt heads. It’s our way and I love it, but I don’t want to piss him off when he’s only trying to protect me. I was in the wrong, and I’ll own it.
“I’m sorry.” I pout my lips. “I should have told you and given you time to prepare.” His eyes narrow as if he’s searching for the trick.
I walk closer, dragging my hand down his suit and stopping just above his cock. His eyes flare and his mouth parts. Fuck, I love the effect I have on him, even when he’s angry and in work mode.
“I truly am. I’ll try to do better. Want to have angry sex?”
He barks out a laugh, seeming surprised at the sound. “You never have to be sorry, Reign.” He sighs, and every time he calls me that instead of Miss Harrow, I do a victory dance inside. “It’s my job to know everything. I called the studio and informed them of our arrival and spoke to them about security logistics. Everything is taken care of so don’t worry.” He cups the back of my head and kisses me softly. “If I didn’t worry about you being late or them overhearing, I would have bent you over that kitchen counter and tanned your ass red for being a brat.”
“Don’t promise shit like that. I’ll be wet on national television,” I purr as he groans.
“Trouble, you are so much fucking trouble,” he growls, brushing his lips along mine as there’s a knock on the door.
“Time to go.” It’s Dal.
“Behave today,” he murmurs against my lips. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll reward you later.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease as I slide my hand over his hard cock. “When you’re watching me on TV, remember you could have had me screaming this morning but didn’t.” I wink and head to the door, but he catches me, slamming me into the wood.
“Don’t taunt me, Miss Harrow.” His voice is a growl. “Next time you want me, just tell me. I’ll slip into that ridiculously big bed and wake you with my tongue in your cunt.”
“Now, I can get on board with that,” I murmur, pushing my ass back to tease him. His hand slides between me and the door, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants and lower until he cups my bare pussy.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” he hisses in my ear, his hand gripping me harder as I move my hips.
“Nope.” I grin.
“Fuck, now I’m going to walk around all day knowing that. I won’t be able to concentrate.”
“Maybe you should fuck it out of your system.”
“What did I say about behaving, Miss Harrow?”
“I am. You’re the one who has me pinned to the door, feeling me up,” I purr, rolling into his hand.
“True, I can’t seem to resist around you,” he mutters, but he doesn’t stop touching me, thank fuck. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should take the edge off. We can’t have you this wet all day. It wouldn’t do well as your bodyguard to know you want something and I haven’t provided it.” His voice is silky. Shit, he’s flipped the switch and I’m helpless.
No one plays my body like Raffiel.
My head bangs against the door and I’m lost for words, just like every time he touches me. His fingers stroke my wet pussy as he speaks.
