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“I may give you a free pass now and then, but don’t you ever forget who I am,” I growl at her. “I’m not some puppy you can tame, Megan!”
She shoves at my chest furiously. “I never said that you were. And what free pass? I’m not doing anything to you. You’re the one butting into my life, making my business your business. That was a private phone call, and you had no business taking that phone from me. You are my boss, or maybe my boss with benefits, but you have no right to interfere in my personal matters.”
The more she talks, reminding me of the chasm between us, the more it infuriates me.I am just her boss?Is she serious? Did she just come home from the same Parisian trip I did? The one where I fucked her senseless?
She should be the one pining for me, the one who should be unsure of how to act around me, and yet I’m the one acting like a fool, unable to stop interfering in her affairs, damn near begging to keep her safe and offer her my protection.
Unable to take it anymore, I smash my mouth down on hers in a punishing kiss, wanting to hurt for making me feel like this. But as soon as the taste of her floods my mouth, I feel a gnawing hunger inside me. It’s swift and familiar, and my cock hardens at the scent of her light perfume.
I release my hold on her hair, grasping both her hands and slamming them beside her head on the refrigerator, pinning her to it. She tries to fight me off for a few seconds before dissolving into me with a helpless moan.
I thrust my leg in between her legs, deliberately pressing my thigh against her hot pussy and moving it enough to give her the kind of friction that’ll drive her wild.
And it does.
She’s straining against my hold, trying to get closer to me. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are ravenous.
I want more.
I want to strip off her clothes and take her on the marble counter. I want to lap at her pussy until she begs for forgiveness for the words she just spat at me. I want her screaming my name as I pound all the defiance out of her with my dick.
Sliding her hands up, I pin her wrists together, grasping them in one hand as my other lowers to where her chest is thrusting out, the buttons of her blouse protesting.
“Bastard,” she whispers against my mouth, her eyes opening to reveal a dazed expression, and a wanton moan escapes her lips as my hand curls around her breast, squeezing it and rolling the hard nipple between my finger and forefinger.
She’s thrusting against my thigh, her face twisted in pleasure and need, and I run my mouth over her jaw and her cheeks before descending onto her lips in a now tender assault. I can feel it when she’s on the edge because she tenses up, so I pull away, abandoning her aching pussy.
Trembling, she gives me a confused look, her eyes clouded with need, and a whimper escapes her before she nearly crumples onto the ground. I catch her in time, holding her up by the waist and whispering into her ear as she pants, “I will never be just your fucking boss.”
With that, I let her find her balance, and then I walk out of her apartment, stuck with a painful hard-on that not even a cold shower manages to ease.
I hope I left her in just as much pain.
Chapter 31
What Kind Of Voodoo?
HUNTER
“You do realize that you have a nice home office in that building you live in, right?” Vaughn asks, lounging on one of the sofas lazily. “Why do you keep coming here?”
“I guess for the same reason you do—a change of environment,” I say shortly, my eyes straying from my laptop and through the window towards a familiar figure on the ground floor.
“Change of environment or because you want to keep your eye on your little bartender?” Vaughn sneers.
“She’s a manager,” I correct him, my eyes narrowing as I see a man try to cop a feel of Megan’s ass.
“I don’t blame you,” Vaughn says carelessly. “She’s hot. You should keep an eye on her.”
“Why the fuck are you here?” I ask Vaughn icily, annoyed he’s even looking at Megan in that way. “I thought I gave you a task.”
“Watch your tone, man. I’m doing you a favor, remember?” Vaughn scowls. “Plus, I’m waiting on your little bartender to give me the employee files. These things take time.”
Since I started personally overseeing the operations here at the Blue Whiskey, instead of staying holed up in my office, the kind of crowd that usually visits has lessened. The small-time thugs who had become frequent visitors now no longer dare even to step inside, making Vaughn’s assignment all that more difficult. Who would have had access to the club and know enough about my business to know I had Steve in the basement?
I see Gage slip away for a break, and Megan instantly covers for him, efficiently dealing out drinks. Her eyes flicker toward a man seated at the bar, and my face grows hard when I see her smile at him. It’s not her usual dismissive smile, which is aimed at most customers. She’s enjoying this conversation. My hand curls into a fist as I see her throw her head back and laugh. This must be a really amusing motherfucker.
The stranger reaches forward and wraps a strand of her hair around his finger. The quiet fury that fills me is both surprising and deadly.Should I knock him out with the butt of my gun, or should I have Lars do it?
