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“Absolutely,” Dair agreed.
Lourdes just kept laughing.
Ro did a little move just then with her hips that filled my veins with a heady, electrifying rush.
Why couldn’t I fuck her again?
Just then I simply could not remember.
I snapped.
CHAPTER TEN
I WAS MOVING before I’d even realized it was happening. I was on her in a few long strides.
“A moment, if you please,” I said tersely, grabbing her arm and tugging her determinedly around the pool and back into the house.
I took her straight to my office, shutting the door behind me before I said another word. It was an act of utter restraint, when restraint was the last fucking thing I was known for.
She was in front of me, and I pushed her straight to my desk. She was stiff and quiet.
Very, very quiet.
I took a step back, my eyes raking her body, top to bottom.
With a curse, I turned her around, grabbing her hips to perch her outrageously cute, shapely little bottom on the edge of my desk.
I set her precious little heart-shaped shades up on her head so I could see her eyes.
I loomed over her, glaring down.
“You’re not just cute.” My voice was an accusation. “You’re sexy.”
My breathing was labored, like I’d just been running miles instead of walking a short distance through the house.
“What are you wearing?” I asked her pointedly.
“A swimsuit,” she said in that deadpan way of hers. “It’s a pool party. You told me to participate.”
“You do realize it doesn’t fit you, though, right? There’s clearly not enough material to cover your—” I couldn’t even say the word, just waved in the direction of her generous chest. “Where did you get it? It’s indecent! I thought you were modest!”
She huffed. “It fits fine, and Iris let me borrow it. I didn’t have any two-piece suits, and the girls convinced me that I’d stand out if I wasn’t wearing a bikini.”
“Well you shouldn’t listen to them. If I don’t get to corrupt you, they shouldn’t get the privilege either! It’s not fair.”
She was smirking at me. I wanted to bite her in some very creative places. “You’re twisted. Unhinged. Out of control.”
I ignored all that because she was right, and there was nothing I could say about it. “And what was so fucking funny out there? You and I joke all the time, but you never laugh like that for me.”
“Sometimes I do. And girlfriends are different. Besides, your humor isn’t the laugh out loud kind. You’re a different kind of funny.”
She was trying to appease me.
I wanted to shake her. And fuck her silly.
My eyes were on her chest. Her not at all hidden, glorious chest. I was studying it with abject disapproval.
She was a tiny little thing, from her itty bitty hands to her petite feet, which made her abundant, over-spilling breasts and perfectly shaped, plump ass seem all the more disproportionate.