Page 3 of Possessive Mr. Pen

Before she can open her mouth to apologize, I laugh and tug her into a brief embrace before holding her at arm’s length.

“Thanks, honey.I’ll take that as a compliment.Do you have a place to stash my card or do I need to add your number to my contacts?”

I don’t ask if she has her cell on her, since the designer of her gown never includes pockets.She turns toward the wall and wiggles the small piece of paper into her bodice.

“Thank you, Hilary.I’ll text you as soon as I get home,” she exclaims.

I accept her quick squeeze of a hug and wave when she looks over her shoulder halfway down the hall.She returns my wave and disappears around the corner.

With my rescue mission complete, the cold, wet fabric plastered to my chest steals my attention.I spin on my ridiculous heels and rush toward the suite.

My skin crawls as I recall Mr.Beaumonte’s eyes roaming over me, and taking off the dress becomes my main priority.I scan my keycard, shoulder my way through the door, reach over my head and grab my elbow, and undo the fastener covering the zipper on the back of my dress.

The door shuts behind me.

As I stride deeper into the suite, I manage to pull the zipper down less than half an inch before my shoulder seizes.With an annoyed huff, I switch arms and reach further down my back as I turn the corner.

I run into a living wall.

An embarrassing squeak escapes my throat.With my hands cramped around my zipper, I lose my balance.

Hard hands pull me against a masculine body.Panic seizes my muscles, and for a horrible moment, I can’t move.

Connor Pen’s annoyingly handsome face fills my vision.With his intense green eyes peering into my soul and his sinful lips closer to mine than they have been in eight years, he plasters our fronts together, lifts me off my feet, and pins me against the wall.

Liquid desire pools in my core and scorches my insides.My senses heighten and my nipples pebble.Every cell in my body flares to life, and I fight the urge to writhe against the hard planes of his masculine body.I yearn to revisit the carnal sensations from eight years ago.To dive deeper into the pleasure I found in his arms.To give him what I’ve given no other man before or since.

He leans closer and braces a forearm across the back of my upper arms, trapping my elbows to the wall and my hands behind me.

The position arches my back and destroys any chance of regaining my balance.

My breath hitches as he wraps long fingers around my hip, releasing the cascade of sensual memories I’ve fought so hard to forget.With one domineering movement, he demolishes almost a decade’s worth of work, and by the smug tilt of his lips, he knows how much his touch affects me.

God, the things those fingers have done to me… he’s driven me mad for years without even touching me.

“Get off me,” I snarl before I melt into a puddle of needy goo on the floor.

He tilts his head and quirks a brow.Fury roars through me.

I jerk my knee up, aiming for his crotch, but he blocks me with his thigh and presses his hips to mine.I bite back a moan as he slips his hand to the small of my back and grinds his thick, hard cock against me.The friction on my clit zings straight to my core, and I tip perilously close to an orgasm.

Desperate for control, I twist and buck, but my fight for freedom only increases the pressure between my legs.

I squeeze my eyes closed, grit my teeth, and force myself to breathe in as I will my body to relax.

Seconds tick by, but every time I think I’m calm enough to open my eyes, he moves just enough to stoke the fire in my blood.

The flexing of his fingers.A tilt of his hips.His spicy cologne teasing my nostrils.

When he leans harder against me, my patience snaps.I open my eyes to his diabolical, all-knowing smirk before lifting my glare into his cold emerald eyes and speaking through gritted teeth.

“Mr.Pen, we have an agreement.This isn’t—”

“You broke the rules first, Hilary.”My given name on his sexy lips scrambles my brain.After eight years ofMs.Winthropspoken in curt demands and rigid respect, the intimacy transports me back to the most thrilling night of my life.

He leans down until his breath warms the side of my face.

“You can’t blame me for what happens next,” he growls.