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The slam of the door at my back makes me jumpy as I shuffle across the carpet, my eyes set on making it to the elevator and getting the hell out of here as quickly as I can without breaking out in a nervous sweat that might give me away.
I hate that Fin knocks me off my game and sets me on edge any time he’s near. Even more when he’s so damn close that his scent is burned into my sinuses and my palms itch to touch the ropy muscles beneath his inked skin.
I know what face he makes when he cums.
The ding of the elevator jolts me like an electric shock straight to my already erratically beating heart as the doors slide open and I force a breath before stepping inside. I smash the call button for the ground floor and turn my back against the railing I cling to with another deep breath.
My eyelids lower as the box closes me in, my head resting back against the wall, and I let the perfume of the last person in the lift take over the memory of Fin’s scent.
Getting my heart rate to lower is my goal, but when the hum of the slowly closing doors creak to a stop, I feel a breeze of heat rush into the space and my eyes fling open.
Oh my God.
Fin stands on the threshold, his massive shoulders squared, flexing fists down at his sides, and that hard stare directed right at me. He takes a thunderous step inside the box with a ticking jaw and flaring nostrils that turn me on and piss me off.
“What are you doing?” My eyes dart to the doors that slide closed at his back with thoughts of rushing out before they seal us in that cross my mind just a second too late.
The ding of the lift echoes through my ears and sends my heart rate into a plummet that might kill me if the look on Fin’s face doesn’t before we land on the ground.
The hotel is tall. Too fucking tall. And I happen to have scored a room on the top floor, which means this ride is long enough to land me in hell.
“I already asked you that.” Fin’s voice is rough and grating to my overstimulated mind, yet somehow makes me feel caged andhorny and that is not a roller coaster I am ready to jump on.
He takes a step farther into the lift as it jolts, along with my pulse, his eyes trained low on my face. “How long does it take this shit to dry?”
I blink, my mind gone beyond blank, and pinch my lips together subconsciously testing the lack of stickiness left behind. “Few minutes. Why?”
“Mm.” Fin’s head lifts, his eyes not moving from what I now realize is on the color of my lips, and he takes another menacing step forward, causing me to plaster myself back into the elevator wall in some sort of desperate attempt to keep space between us. It only works because he pauses in front of me, his chest a breadth from mine, his hands going to the railing on either side of me and boxing me in.
Air catches in my lungs—the organs refusing to work with the man this goddamn close—as his darkened gaze dances all over my face, each pass pausing on my lips.
“Fin, what are you—“ My breathy words stop in their tracks when he leans in, the material of his shirt grazing over my hardened nipples and his lips tauntingly close to the shell of my ear.
“Tell me you hate me and mean it.” His scent, his growled words that tingle down my neck, have my eyes rolling back and my panties threatening to stop holding back the flood that ensues. “Say it, Cedar.”
I moan. I can’t help the helpless yet hopeful sound that escapes my throat when his tongue darts out and flips over the ring through my cartilage.
“That’s what I thought.” The chuckle that rushes over my ear is dark and so deep that I shudder, my core pulsing in response.
And then he’s fucking gone.
Chapter Eleven
Fin
Flexingmytinglinghands,I head out into the midmorning sun in the direction of the one thing that might be able to calm my racing pulse.
Except it’s not here yet.
Leaving Cedar in that elevator, breathless and fucking hot for me, is like torture to my aching cock. I wide step to try to ease the tension in my pants.
It doesn’t work.
Gripping my phone in my pocket, I slide it out and check the screen in the blinding sun, the reflection piercing my eyes and making my skull pound in time to the organ beating in my chest.
What the—
The roar of my engine coming down the block reverberates against my ear drums before I can open the screen to check for returned messages from my bodyguard, and the tension built up in my shoulders eases just enough.
