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She beams, relief coloring her expression. The goddamn world shifts beneath my feet. Christ. What is this girl doing to me?
I already know the answer to that question, and it's exactly as profound as I suspect. I'm falling for her. So fucking hard I'm going to leave a hole clean through the world when I land.
We reach the elevator at the end of the hall without further incident, thank God. I punch in my code—the one giving my access to every inch of this club—and wait for the doors to slide open. Gemma pokes her head in like she expects someone to pop out and grab her.
"Get your pretty ass in the elevator, Dilemma," I say, chuckling.
"Where are we going?"
"You have to get on the elevator to find that out." I slide past her, leaning up against the wall.
She narrows her eyes at me and then quickly bounds inside before the doors close on her. I press the button for the second floor without even looking, my eyes locked on her. Her reflection bounces back at me from every direction. And fuck me, what a vision. She's got legs for days in those heels.
"Where'd you get that dress, beautiful?"
"My closet, Bronx."
"You wear it often?"
"First time. Why?"
"Trying to decide if I'm going to let you leave with it in one piece or not," I say, eyeing her up and down. My dick has been hard since she stepped into the foyer tonight. But right now? Seeing her from every angle? It's ready to snap in half.
"You better not rip my dress, Bronx," she growls at me, all offended and sexy. "It cost a fortune."
"Who said anything about ripping it, Dilemma?" I reach out, hooking my arm around her waist to drag her toward me. "I was thinking about cutting it from your perfect body and burning the goddamn thing so you can't ever wear it again."
"Jealousy isn't your color, Bronx," she sasses.
I plunge my hand into her hair, craning her head back. "Red is about to be yours if you keep fucking with me. I still haven't forgotten about you breaking my rules yesterday."
"Bronx?" she whispers, her lips inches from mine. Her eyes flit across my face, the devil glittering in their depths. "We're alone right now sofuckyour rules."
I'm not sure what does it for me—those perfect lips forming the words, her angelic face, the mischief in her eyes, or the fact that I've been rock hard for her for two fucking days—but as soon as the words leave her lips, my control slips. I haul her into my arms, plastering her against the side of the elevator.
I slam my hand down on the button, stopping it before the doors slide up on the top floor, trapping her inside with me.Now, she's all mine. And I'm the only one with access to the cameras.
I pry her legs apart, wedging myself between them.
"You want to say that again, Dilemma?" I growl, pinning her hands to the wall above her head.
"Fuck your rules," she gasps.
I release one hand just long enough to yank the top of her dress to the sides. She isn't wearing a bra. Her tits spring free, her hard nipples begging for my mouth.
I dip my head, wrapping my lips around one.
"Bronx!" she moans, head thrown back in ecstasy.
I grind my dick against her hot little cunt, snarling against her breast. I can feel how wet she is through my pants, her heat searing me. "Leave your cream all over my fucking pants, Dilemma," I growl against her skin. "Let everyone in this fucking club know that you've been grinding that pretty little thing all over me."
"T-taste," she gasps. "Last night you s-said you wanted a t-taste."
Ah, shit. She's a naughty little thing, isn't she?
"You want me to take it right here, Gemma? Right now?"
"Yes!"
