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“Be more jealous, babe. It turns me on,” he says, hitching me so close I feel something rigid and thick pressing against my middle.
Gasping, I stare back at him, and the gentle man I saw a minute ago has changed into one with a simmering gaze. Deciding to play along, I retort, “Well, my answer is yes. I’ll work full-time for you to keep the other cuties at bay.”
Buck growls and captures my bottom lip with his teeth, a move that does crazy things to my lady bits. “You’re the only cutie here. And your juicy bottom lip is going to be really distracting if we’re working together.”
“Then you should get back to it,” I say.
Buck shakes his head and sears me with his gaze as one hand travels from my back to my front, gripping the front of my sweater. “Not yet. I’m still mad at those guys.”
Oh no. I manage to gather enough thoughts in my head to realize that he had had an argument with his brothers. On a shaky breath, I ask, “Was it about me? Do they…do they want me gone?”
The flash of anger in Buck’s eyes cannot be denied. “They don’t get to decide that. I hired you, and any firings have to be unanimous. Anyway, that’s irrelevant.”
The knot in my throat grows more painful. “Maybe it’s best if I go, then. I don’t want to cause a rift between you and your brothers.”
“Listen to me, Grace, because I will only say this once.” His eyes blaze with a frightening ferocity. I try to swallow the knot in my throat. Buck’s hand that fists my sweater relaxes and begins slowly rubbing my stomach. His other hand goes to the back of my neck, cupping me firmly. The overall effect is the feeling of possession. Ownership. This is supposed to be wrong, isn’t it? Why do I like it so much?
“You work for me. Not them. You’re mine. No one else says a fucking word about it. You got that?”
The long, slow drag of his palm over my stomach combines with the grit in his words to turn me into a puddle.
“Got it,” I breathe, barely getting the words out before Buck’s mouth claims me again, fiercely and thoroughly.
Ignoring the throb between my thighs, I ask, “Do-do you want to see the rundown of everything I’ve done so far? I made some sketches…”
“Later,” he growls, his palm traveling dangerously across my lower belly to the spot that bulges below my navel—the one area I’m most self-conscious about. Anybody else touching my pooch would get their throat punched, but Buck’s warm strokes there are making me all kinds of excited.
I swallow hard, watching his dark pupils double in size. “Oh…okay…so I should let you get back to work then…”
“In a minute…I want to make it up to you for scaring you when I came in here earlier.”
“Oh, Buck, I’m already over that.”
His hand moves lower still, pressing and rubbing against the front of my pussy as he shushes me. “Shhh. Don’t ruin the moment with your work ethic.”
The meat of his palm is under my sweater now, stroking the most sensitive part of me so firmly I might come to pieces any moment.
“Buck…” I say with a gasp, my eyes fluttering closed.
The grip on the back of my neck seems to be the only thing holding me up.
His roaming hand finds its way back up to where he can hook his thumb inside the waistband of my leggings.
“Let me make you come, Grace,” Buck murmurs against my mouth.
I can only answer with a strange little purr as he lowers his hand, that thumb caressing the skin just above the waistband of my panties.
He pauses then. “Open your eyes, baby, and tell me to keep going.”
CHAPTERNINE
Buck
Grace’s sweet mouth is slack, her eyes hooded and dazed.
And I’m the asshole that did that to her.
“K-keep going,” she breathes. “Please.”
