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I only let out a shaky breath when he reached the elevators.But as I turned to face Atticus, I froze at the look in his eyes.It was a mix of anger, lust, and possessiveness that made my heart race.
“You didn’t have any right to talk to him like that, Atticus.”
“Didn’t I?I thought I was clear, Gwen.I’m not tolerating any relationship.”
I jabbed a finger in his chest.“And for the tenth time, it’s not like that.He’s my best friend, and he and Morgan brought me a birthday cake.”I gestured at my desk, showing him the evidence of his overreaction.
His brows snapped down.“It’s your birthday?”
What was that tone?There was no way he was feeling hurt.
“Yes.I don’t like to celebrate it, but Lance and Morgan have no chill.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“Like I said, these days I don’t want all the fanfare.”
“But it’s your birthday.Thereshouldbe fanfare.We could throw?—”
I stopped him in his tracks, seeing where this was going.“I do not want a party full of your business associates with me feeling uncomfortable and making small talk.That wouldn’t be fun for me.”
“Well, we should do something together.”
“Remember what I said earlier about not wanting fanfare?”
“But Lakewood gets to break that rule?”he asked.
“What is your problem with him anyway?”
I didn’t expect his answer or how raw and unfiltered it was when he said, “Watching him touch you and knowing you let him celebrate your birthday makes me want to rip him to pieces.”Each word was punctuated with a step toward me.“Knowing you let him in at all is enough to drive me fucking batshit.”
“Well, that’s not my?—”
His wintergreen eyes focused intently on mine.“He had his fucking hands on what’s mine.”
Before I knew it, Atticus had me pressed up against the wall, his hands roaming over my body."Mine," he growled before his hand gently encased my neck and his lips crashed down on mine.
I moaned, my body responding to his touch despite the fear in my mind.
His lips moved to my jaw, nipping and biting as he kissed his way down my neck."Mine," he repeated, his mouth on my collarbone.
His hands slipped under my skirt, and he groaned softly against my skin.He pressed his lips to my stomach, and I could feel his hands on my thighs, making their way up.His fingers hit the lace band of my panties and he growled,“Mine,” as he stroked a knuckle over my panty-clad center.
I was completely at his mercy, and I hated it.
Liar.
With my blouse unbuttoned, he pushed it off my shoulders, exposing my bra.And before I knew what happened, he dragged his lips from mine and unsnapped my bra with one hand.
His gaze went hooded as he licked his bottom lip."I fucking love these."He pushed my breasts together and wrapped them in his big hands."I can't wait to fuck these with my cock."His voice was low and husky, and his words elicited a shudder from my body.
I whimpered, wanting him to touch me while simultaneously wanting to push him away.
"I want to taste them," he growled as fire sparked in his eyes.
When his mouth found my nipple, I gasped and dug my hands into his hair as he began to suck the hard nub.His tongue swirled around and around, gently laving the sensitive flesh.
I gasped, my back arching and my nipples hardening.I should be pushing him away.This was so far beyond any public kisses for show.This was all for me.
