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“Who the hell do you think you are, slapping me like that?”
“You wouldn’t have gotten slapped if you hadn’t kidnapped me.”
“You call this a kidnapping? You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Real fear entered her heart. “Con, what are you talking about? Con? Okay, look, we both have been acting like big babies. Put me down and let’s talk about this.”
“I’m done talking.”
“What? How? When did you start? All you’ve done is yell and grab.”
Another beep sounded, followed by the sound of the elevator doors opening. She gripped the back of his shirt as he strode from the elevator. When he turned around, she was able to determine their location.
They were on the top floor of the club. The fourth floor, where the conference rooms were located. It was also where Con’s upper office was located. She held on tight as he walked with her over his shoulder.
“You can put me down now. I have two feet.”
“Really? I never noticed.”
Sarcastic asshole. “Seriously Con. Put me down. Now! If you don’t, I swear to you, I will slap you so fucking hard you’ll…”
Criss cried out when she felt a hard slap against her ass. Shocked silent, her mind raced to process what had just happened. Did he really just slap her ass? And, did she like it? Yes, and yes. What the fuck?
She didn’t know what to do or say now, so, she kept her mouth shut. Her ass was still stinging from the slap. But in a good way. In a, now let’s get to the second part, type of way. How dare he slap her ass and then just leave it stinging?
He was supposed to kiss it to make it better. Or slap it again, because she’d been a very naughty girl and needed to be punished. Damn it, what was she thinking? These were not the type of thoughts she should be having about the brute, Constantine Novinkoff.
When they reached his office, he sat her down on her feet so he could enter his four-digit passcode into the security panel on the door. Criss chose that moment to try to run back to the elevator.
He caught her by her second step. Con wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her up against him. She had every intention to struggle. But the thought of struggling evaporated when she felt his hard cock pressed against her back.
Criss held completely still, afraid to move, yet desiring to move. Not away from him. Closer. Especially since she now knew her fantasies about him were real. He was indeed packing a monster in his pants.
Her kinky side was screaming for her to pretend to struggle, just so she could rub up against it. Her logical side, was tell herself to hold completely still and to move away from it as soon as she could. Her boring side won.
She trembled slightly when he leaned his head closer to hers and whispered, “Stop running from me.”
Criss cleared her throat before speaking. “Stop coming after me.”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Both.”
Uh, wow!
He punched in the code to his office. The light blinked green. He twisted the knob and pushed the door to his office open and entered with her still pressed tightly against him.
“Must you hold me so tightly?” Criss tried to pry his hands off her.
“I must,” he mumbled as he strode into the room, still holding her.
“We’re here now. You can let me go. And can you please turn the light on. I can’t see in here.”
“Are you afraid of the dark?”
She felt his breath against her cheek when he whispered that question. Criss swallowed. “The only thing I’m afraid of right now is you.”
