attention, was now excised. I now had his full attention.
Without thinking about it, I backed away from him until my backside was pressed against the other side of the elevator. My body was behaving like prey. My mind? My mind was inviting him to do his absolute worst because god knew how I’d been lusting for it—for him.
One hand brushed my cheek delicately, trailing its way down my neck, over my collarbone, down the back of my arm. “Do your friends do this to you?” he asked in my ear, his breath tickling me.
“No,” I whispered.
“Hmm. And do your friends do this?” he asked as he closed the remaining space between our bodies, sandwiching me between solid steel of the elevator and solid steel of his body.
“No,” I breathed, my eyes slipped shut.
“And do your friends do this?” I had no way of answering because his mouth covered mine in a hot, dominating kiss, the likes of which I’d never experienced. His hands cupped my face reverently while his tongue slipped against mine as though resisting him were never even an option. In truth, it probably wasn’t. I wanted him that badly and he knew it because he clearly wanted me just as much.
I moaned under his ministrations. One hand slipped down my side, delectably slow, and came to a stop on my backside. He kneaded my ass and pulled my body closer to his.
“Let me show you what else your friends don’t do to you, and then you can decide if you still want to be my friend ,” he said breathlessly against my lips.
“Yes.” I all but begged, and at that point, I was most certainly not above begging. I no longer wanted him; I needed him in the worst possible way.
Without taking his dark eyes off mine, he jabbed buttons, prompting the elevator to ascend.
The doors slid open. Goliath guided both our kiss and our feet. He didn’t release me as he edged us toward the nearest couch. My eyes caught sight of something and I broke away from him with a wet pop. Just like that, the moment was ruined. I deduced that much by taking one look at the tall brunette firing eyeball-daggers at both of us.
“The trash goes outside , Graham. Not in ,” she sneered with a false smile plastered in place. I gasped. If I were some kind of thick-skinned, bulletproof woman, then I supposed her words wouldn’t have bothered me, but they did.
Graham growled, his body tensed and he stepped away from me. Like he’d been caught doing something ugly, something wrong, something embarrassing. The loss of his heat made me instantly feel cold and bereft.
“Also, kindly stop bringing your one night stands to our club. We may not be on good terms as of late, but what you’re doing is tacky and bad for business.” She added more insult to injury. The long, thin fingers of her right hand twirled a thick gem encrusted band with a glittering center diamond displayed proudly on the ring finger of her left hand.
You would have to have been blind to miss it, and her worrying her credentials in just the right way so that the center stone would capture the twinkling lights from above, sending scatters of color about the room, made it clear to me that she was sending a message.
Oh my god. He’s married.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t acknowledge that I was still standing there feeling very humiliated. He only grabbed the beautiful brunette by her arm and dragged her across the room and out onto the terrace through the open doors.
I wanted to watch and hide at the same time. How the hell did I get myself into this mess? Why did I interrupt him in the elevator? What was he going to say? I felt like the world’s biggest fool.
The brunette stood in front of him radiating indignation, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest. That damned ring still capturing whatever light came close enough.
She flung one arm my direction, clearly giving him an earful about me, and how in the hell could I blame her? She smiled an evil sort of grin and made a move to walk back my direction.
Without thinking about it, I backed away from him until my backside was pressed against the other side of the elevator. My body was behaving like prey. My mind? My mind was inviting him to do his absolute worst because god knew how I’d been lusting for it—for him.
One hand brushed my cheek delicately, trailing its way down my neck, over my collarbone, down the back of my arm. “Do your friends do this to you?” he asked in my ear, his breath tickling me.
“No,” I whispered.
“Hmm. And do your friends do this?” he asked as he closed the remaining space between our bodies, sandwiching me between solid steel of the elevator and solid steel of his body.
“No,” I breathed, my eyes slipped shut.
“And do your friends do this?” I had no way of answering because his mouth covered mine in a hot, dominating kiss, the likes of which I’d never experienced. His hands cupped my face reverently while his tongue slipped against mine as though resisting him were never even an option. In truth, it probably wasn’t. I wanted him that badly and he knew it because he clearly wanted me just as much.
I moaned under his ministrations. One hand slipped down my side, delectably slow, and came to a stop on my backside. He kneaded my ass and pulled my body closer to his.
“Let me show you what else your friends don’t do to you, and then you can decide if you still want to be my friend ,” he said breathlessly against my lips.
“Yes.” I all but begged, and at that point, I was most certainly not above begging. I no longer wanted him; I needed him in the worst possible way.
Without taking his dark eyes off mine, he jabbed buttons, prompting the elevator to ascend.
The doors slid open. Goliath guided both our kiss and our feet. He didn’t release me as he edged us toward the nearest couch. My eyes caught sight of something and I broke away from him with a wet pop. Just like that, the moment was ruined. I deduced that much by taking one look at the tall brunette firing eyeball-daggers at both of us.
“The trash goes outside , Graham. Not in ,” she sneered with a false smile plastered in place. I gasped. If I were some kind of thick-skinned, bulletproof woman, then I supposed her words wouldn’t have bothered me, but they did.
Graham growled, his body tensed and he stepped away from me. Like he’d been caught doing something ugly, something wrong, something embarrassing. The loss of his heat made me instantly feel cold and bereft.
“Also, kindly stop bringing your one night stands to our club. We may not be on good terms as of late, but what you’re doing is tacky and bad for business.” She added more insult to injury. The long, thin fingers of her right hand twirled a thick gem encrusted band with a glittering center diamond displayed proudly on the ring finger of her left hand.
You would have to have been blind to miss it, and her worrying her credentials in just the right way so that the center stone would capture the twinkling lights from above, sending scatters of color about the room, made it clear to me that she was sending a message.
Oh my god. He’s married.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t acknowledge that I was still standing there feeling very humiliated. He only grabbed the beautiful brunette by her arm and dragged her across the room and out onto the terrace through the open doors.
I wanted to watch and hide at the same time. How the hell did I get myself into this mess? Why did I interrupt him in the elevator? What was he going to say? I felt like the world’s biggest fool.
The brunette stood in front of him radiating indignation, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest. That damned ring still capturing whatever light came close enough.
She flung one arm my direction, clearly giving him an earful about me, and how in the hell could I blame her? She smiled an evil sort of grin and made a move to walk back my direction.
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