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“You are below me,” she pointed out.
“In your eyes. And since I’m not interested in impressing you and I don’t want anything from you, I really don’t care what you think about my status in your world.”
“And how is my world different from your world?” she argued. “There’s a state of hierarchy no matter who you are.”
“Not with me.”
“Somehow, I doubt that.”
“And what is it you think you know about me?”
“Well, it seems to me that you didn’t have the intelligence or the drive to get into college, so you decided to become a bodyguard. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. You have a nice body. I’m sure you take care of yourself, but that doesn’t mean you’re good at your job. The problem in this world is that everyone wants something for nothing. This is why there’s a class system.”
“Your logic is very messed up. I’m not sure you even know what you’re saying,” I chuckled as I looked out the window.
“And in that class system, you don’t rank that high. You’re just above a servant, like George. I’m sure you have your redeemable qualities, but at the end of the day, you’re the person who takes orders from me.”
“And at the end of the day, if you take away money, I still have the skills to survive, and you would end up begging your friends for help. But then again, if you had no money, how many of them would help you?”
The car pulled to a stop at the newly installed gate. George handed over his ID and punched in his code as the guards Lock hired checked under the car. When they were done, they opened the back seat and looked inside, asking us for IDs.
“I live here,” Wren said in irritation.
“I’m just doing my job, ma’am.”
I nodded in thanks as he went about his job. When they were done checking the trunk, we were allowed to pass.
“And what was that all about?”
“It’s a safety measure.”
“They asked to see my ID!” she shrieked.
“Yes, because George could be taken hostage, and the people in the backseat could be perpetrators. Of course, I’m too stupid to figure that out. I didn’t even go to college.”
I opened the door as the car pulled up in front of the house. Wren stormed past me, nudging me as she went. I bugged out my eyes in exasperation, wishing I could be on any detail other than one with Wren. In all my years of working protection, I had never met someone I wanted to strangle more. And I had worked with some pretty pretentious assholes.
I stormed inside, following her clacking heels on the stairs. She was just outside her room when I grabbed her by the elbow and spun her around, slamming my mouth down on hers. I barely caught the outraged gasp, but it only took her two seconds to sink into my kiss and thread her fingers through my hair. Just like that, I had her melting against my body. I pushed her up against the door and skimmed my fingers down her curves, itching to feel more.
She tore her lips from mine, gasping for air. But she didn’t pull away. She pulled me closer, rocking her body against mine. I slipped my hand under her skirt, hiking it up around her waist. She didn’t push me away, and the way she thrust her hips forward, I knew she wanted more.
It was wrong, so fucking wrong for me to even consider what I was about to do to her. But that didn’t stop me from sliding my knuckles over her silky underwear, feeling the damp spot where she was creaming for me.
“Brock,” she gasped, her hips jerking as I pressed my knuckles to her nub. I could feel her body shaking as I picked up the speed, driving her toward orgasm. I was just seconds away from tipping her over the edge, from watching her come undone from my touch. I was painfully hard, desperate to feel what it was like inside her tight snatch. Would she be so fucking uptight if I had her coming on my cock?
“Brock!” she cried out.
I slid two fingers inside her panties, shoving them deep in her cunt as her whole body tightened, shaking violently as she came. I fucked her deep, refusing to give her a break until I saw her perfectly sated. Only then would she shut the fuck up.
Her eyes drifted closed as she sagged against the wall. I slid my fingers from her pussy and brought them to my lips. Her eyes fluttered open just in time to see me sucking her pussy juice from my fingers. Her eyes heated and lust bloomed across her cheeks.
I smashed my lips to hers, knowing she would find it disgusting to taste herself. “Tell me,” I hissed. “Has your rich boyfriend ever made you come like that?”
I stepped back, grining at her as I turned and left her sagging against the wall with her rumpled dress hiked up around her waist.
“Bastard,” she muttered.
Laughing, I waved to her as I turned the corner.
