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“Then do it.”
I hauled her to her feet, planted my hands on her waist, and turned her upside down, burying my face in her exposed cunt. She locked her legs around my neck, the rest of her dangling, her hair sweeping the floor. I regretted starting this in the elevator, especially when it began to move. I wanted to savor her sweet taste and devour her for hours. Keep her on the brink because I was cruel like that. “How good are you under pressure?” I asked.
“Better than you,” she fired back. “Now hurry up. If you just keep using your mouth for something good instead of talking, I’ll be there.”
I stabbed my tongue inside her, lapping at her like I was in a race to get her off. Her hips arched into my face and her legs tightened around my neck. One final suck on her swollen nub, and she let out a scream, going lax in my hands.
I glanced at the digital number panel. Sixth floor. Almost at the bottom.
“Unless you want to be exposed to whoever called this elevator, I suggest you untangle yourself and pull your jeans up.”
“I don’t care,” she said, sated, and I laughed.
“Well, at least let me put my dick away. I don’t want you getting in a cat fight because of your jealous streak.”
She lifted her torso like she was doing a sit-up. “Not every woman wants you, you ass.”
She unlocked her legs, and I set her on the ground, both of us straightening our clothes as the doors opened. Gabriel, Holly, and that asshole who was playing daddy to my son stepped into the car. The frown formed before I could stop it. I should be grateful he’d taken the responsibility from me.He has everything I wanted. Everything stolen from me. I didn’t want Holly; it was what the three of them represented that I craved. I was jealous of their little family.
My jaw clenched as Carlos’s gaze clashed with mine. Just because I’d let him have his way before didn’t mean I was intimidated by him. He’d gotten what he wanted; that would have to be enough. Holly’s face flushed with anger as she took in our disheveled appearance. Sonya’s arm went protectively around my waist, somehow easing my simmering blood. How? How did she always know when I was angry? How did she seem to sense that standingwithme was appreciated? And had I ever had that before?
The only one who seemed oblivious to the tension was Gabriel. “Hi, Mr. Drew. Hi, Miss Sonya.”
Sonya shrank into me, though she put on a brave smile. It was fake. My tigress was afraid of a five-year-old. Damn it, I was too.
“Hi, there,” she said with false cheer. Gabriel cocked his head, not judging but assessing, as though he was working out a puzzle.
“Do you want to come to our house for ice cream? We have chocolate. It fixes stuff,” he said.
“That it does,” she agreed, relaxing. I wanted to have ice cream with him, and I wanted to rip open the elevator doors and jump down the shaft. I’d spent all of five minutes with the kid and figured out he was nothing like me, yet he had some of my mannerisms. It was uncanny. And frightening. “Then you’ll come?” he asked hopefully.
“They have somewhere they have to be,” Holly said evenly.
“But there’s no button pushed,” Gabriel pointed out.
“That’s because we were waiting for you to help us,” Sonya said, and I was impressed with her quick thinking.
He pressed seven, then gave us a look. “What floor?” he asked. “Twenty-five,” I said hoarsely, clearing my throat.
“That’s the Carters’ floor,” Gabriel said as the button lit up under his touch.
“We’re going to have dinner with them,” I said, confused as to why I was offering this information up to him. I should ignore all of them, pretend they weren’t there. “But I bet we won’t have ice cream,” I rambled, tempted to shove a fist in my mouth so I’d shut up.
“Is Miss Muriella and Mr. Stone going to be there?”
“I’m not sure.”
“We have dinner with them most nights, but they were busy yesterday. We’re not eating with them again tonight either.” He sounded disappointed as though he’d been left out, and I hated that for him.
“Drew’s mom isn’t feeling well, so I’m not sure they’re eating with us,” Sonya interjected, and I was grateful to have her support because this little guy had me off my game.
“What’s wrong?”
I didn’t want the boy, but seeing how easily replaceable I was—that he didn’t need me—did things to me. He belonged there, was better off with them, but I felt the scowl form on my face before I thought better of it.
“She’s sick, baby,” Holly said softly, brushing his hair back. I hated that she didn’t need me, hadn’t been desperate for my help. At the same time, I was glad she was my son’s mother. I couldn’t have handpicked a better woman.
“I’ll draw her a picture,” Gabriel said brightly.
