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“I have to have eyes on you twenty-four-seven, lass.” I let myself stare at her—uninhibited and unafraid of being caught. I let her see how much I wanted to touch her. “You’ve proven yourself untrustworthy.”
“Fuck you.”
I locked the door then smiled, but there was nothing happy about it. It was predatory—I knew that—but I wanted her to see the beast she had brought to life. I darted my eyes to the cubicle behind her. “You said you needed the bathroom. I suggest you go while you have the chance.”
For the first time, she looked unsure of herself before she lifted her chin—defiant. “Wait outside.”
“No.”
“I’m not using the restroom while you’re standing here.”
I folded my arms across my chest and leaned casually against the wall, even if my blood was humming with lust. “Well, I’m not leaving, lass, so I’d say we’re at an impasse.”
Throwing me a glare, she stomped inside the cubicle and shut the door. “Block your ears,” she commanded.
“What?”
“Cover your ears,” she hissed. “I don’t need you to hear me pee.”
Humoring her, I said after a moment, “Okay. Covered.”
There was a long pause, then the sound of her relieving herself. After she flushed and the door unlocked, I pretended to lower my hands when she appeared. She sashayed to the sink on the opposite wall and washed her hands, carefully drying them afterward.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, glaring at me from the corner of her eye.
“Like what?”
“Like Iamuseyou or something.”
“Maybe you do.”
At this statement, she rolled her eyes, pitching the damp paper towel into the trashcan. I stalked closer, and her nostrils flared.
Her gaze dropped to my mouth briefly. “What are you doing?” Her indignation would’ve had stronger legs to stand on if she hadn’t just stared at my mouth like a starving woman.
“Testing a theory.”
She retreated a step. “What theory?”
“The theory that you enjoyed that spank I gave your arse before.”
She barked a laugh, but the heat currently flushing the side of her neck told me that her amusement was the result of being turned on. Her nipples beaded to sharp points once more, and my mouth began to water. I wanted to have my mouth over them so badly. To tongue them. To make her squirm.
I crowded her against the marble counter, planting my hands on either side to hold her captive against my hard body. A shuddered breath escaped her, whispering across the skin of my neck. “You’re trying to tell me you didn’t enjoy it?”
She swallowed and looked away, only meeting my eyes once more when I tucked two fingers beneath her chin and tilted her face up to meet mine.
“You want to feel my warm hand against your fucking perfect arse again, don’t you? You want that sting. That delicious erotic heat.” I inched forward, my mouth hovering over hers. She licked her lips in anticipation. “All you have to do is say the word, Sloane, and I will happily spank you until your panties are soaked, and you’re begging for my cock to be buried deep inside you.”
I ran the tip of my finger over the elegant swoop of her collarbones, down between her breasts, then flattened my hand over her chest, right where her heart thumped restlessly against my palm. “Is that the kind of punishment you’d like to receive?” My voice was low. Graveled. I was so turned on my dick pressed against the zipper of my slacks with increasing pressure. I knew I would never get inside this woman. Hell, I shouldn’t even be enclosed in a private space with her, but with her looking at me like she was, I didn’t give a fuck that she was Finnan’s future wife.
I trailed my eyes down her body then met her gaze once more. “Tell me you want that, Sloane.”
She squirmed but said nothing.
My hand flexed where it rested. Just a little more to the right, and I could have my hands over her perfect breast, abrading her taut nipple. I was standing on the edge of an incredibly dangerous cliff. One more touch and I would be crossing the line—touching what wasn’t mine. Would Sloane keep our secret, or would she broadcast it to the world like she seemed to have no problem doing earlier with Fallon?
Her breathing was erratic, her chest heaving under my touch. Somehow, I found the strength to break the connection and stepped back. She stared at me with heavy-lidded eyes and a slack mouth.
