Chapter 192: Call Me When You Want To Do It

DAVID’S POV

My hand was still wrapped around my cock when the words landed like a gunshot.

“Awwn... I can help you with that, you know?”

I didn’t turn. Couldn’t.

For a second, I thought I’d imagined it…some twisted fantasy conjured up by my overworked brain.

Then I heard the click of heels on the floor, getting closer.

No. No, no, no.

I yanked my hand back like my dick had just turned into a live grenade and scrambled for my belt. My chair spun halfway around before I even processed what I was doing.

And there she was.

Fucking Holly.

Argh! Why won’t she just disappear, crawl back to the hole she came out from?!

She was leaning against my doorframe like she was posing for a magazine cover. Mini dress. Lip gloss. The smuggest smile I’ve ever seen in my life.

I was half-hard, half-terrified, and 100% pissed.

“Do you mind?” I snapped, fumbling with my belt like I wasn’t two seconds away from finishing.

“Oh, please,” she said, sauntering into my office like she owned it. “You think I haven’t seen a dick before? You’ve got a very…average one, by the way.”

Average?

I choked. “You call this average? Are you insane?” Wait… why am I even trying to defend myself? It’s Holly! Ava’s little sister.

“What the hell are you even doing in my office?!” I asked, trying to regain some sort of control.

She ignored my question, circling my desk slowly, her eyes flicking down to my lap with a look that was way too amused for my comfort.

“Must be lonely,” she said, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Sitting here all day, thinking about all the women you can’t have anymore…”

“What?” My jaw tightened. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, you know,” she said airily, pulling a chair up and plopping herself right across from me. “It must be rough having your little harem… cut down.”

My stomach dropped. “What do you mean?” I asked, still confused, but instead of answering me, she blew me a kiss.

My blood pressure spiked. “You—” I shot up from my chair, slamming my palms onto the desk. “You have no idea who you’re playing with, Holly.”

“Mm.” She tilted her head. “You’re right. But you know what? I’m not playing. I’m winning.”

She loved this. I could see it in her eyes…the thrill of pissing me off, of watching me lose control.

And I hated it almost as much as I found it amusing.

Her dress rode up just slightly when she shifted in the chair, revealing more thigh. My brain short-circuited for half a second before I caught myself.

No. Not again. Definitely not her.

“You think this is a game?” I said, my voice low. “You think you can just waltz in here, humiliate me, and walk away?”

She shrugged. “Pretty much. Yeah.”

I rounded the desk so fast her eyes widened. She scooted back instinctively, but I caught the armrest of her chair before she could get up.

She looked up at me, still smiling, but I could see her pulse flutter in her neck.

“You don’t get to mess with me and walk away unscathed,” I said quietly.

She blinked, all faux innocence. “Oh? And what are you gonna do? Spank me? Because I would love that very much.”

The mental image slammed into my brain like a speeding train and my jaw clenched. “Don’t tempt me.”

Her smile widened. “You wouldn’t.”

“You sure about that?”

For the first time since she walked in, she hesitated. Just a flicker. But then she leaned forward, voice a whisper: “Prove me wrong.”

If she thought I was bluffing…

I grabbed the arms of her chair and spun it to face the wall. She squealed…half surprise, half laughter.

“You’re really doing it!” she giggled, even as I pulled her off the chair, dragging her to the wall and pinning her there, my body leaning dangerously close to hers.

“You wanted to play with adults,” I murmured near her ear. “This is what happens.”

She twisted to look back at me, lips parted, eyes dancing. “Then I guess I’m in the right place.”

I wanted to scare her, but instead, I’m scaring myself. My self-control was dangling by a thread.

And the worst part? She knew it.

Her voice was pure sugar, but the words were a slap.

Then she wiggled against my grip.

Not just a normal wiggle…no. Holly shifted like she was trying to adjust her dress, but her hips swayed just enough to drag my focus straight to the curve of her ass.

And for the love of fuck, her ass was grinding against my cock, forcing my jaw tight, teeth clenched as I fought to steady the ragged drag of my breath.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

My grip tightened on her hand. “Stop moving.”

“Why?” she asked, all faux innocence. “You have me pinned against the wall. I’m just getting comfortable.”

“This is all part of your plan. You know what you’re doing.”

Her lips curled. “Doing what?”

I leaned in until my chest brushed the back of her neck. “Don’t play dumb with me.”

She laughed softly, tilting her head so her hair brushed my jaw. “You’re awfully close for a man who claims he doesn’t want me here.”

I stepped back like she’d burned me…not because I was afraid, but because for a split second, I felt like pulling her dress up and slamming into her, and that was the problem.

“I don’t want you here,” I said, straightening.

“Mm-hm.” She turned to face me now, that smug little smirk still in place. “Your eyes say otherwise, Davy.”

I glared. “My eyes say you’re about two seconds from getting thrown out of this building.”

She propped her chin on her hand. “Do it. But just know, I’ll be back tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that.”

I actually laughed…short, sharp, humorless. “You think you can win this little war?”

“I don’t think.” Her grin widened. “I know.”

She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, scrolling casually.

“Who are you texting?” I demanded.

“Oh, don’t worry, David. I’m not cheating on you. Trust me,” she said, winking at me.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, willing myself not to explode. “You’re fucking insane.”

“And you’re predictable.” She tucked her phone away and moved, smoothing her dress down. “Which makes my job easy.”

Her perfume hit me…sweet, light, dangerous. I almost got lost in it, but her last statement echoed in my head.

I stepped in front of her before she could leave. “Your job?”

She met my eyes, unflinching. “Rebuilding your sex life. I’m on a journey to make you crave only my touch.”

Nah, this girl is delusional if she thinks I’ll have anything to do with Ava’s little fucking sister!

For a moment, we just stared at each other…her lips twitching with suppressed laughter, my jaw locked tight.

“You really think I’m going to let you get away with this?” I asked.

“I really think you can’t stop me.”

God help me, I almost kissed her. Not because I wanted to reward her…but because my body was an idiot and my brain was fried from the push-pull of wanting to strangle her and shove her against the wall at the same time.

Instead, I stepped aside, giving her space to pass. “Get out.”

She brushed past me slowly, her shoulder grazing my arm. “See you tonight, David.”

I blinked. “Tonight?”

She looked back over her shoulder with that wicked glint in her eye. “Oh, Norman didn’t mention? We’re having a dinner party.”

“Oh, and David? Call me next time if you want to...” Her eyes dropped deliberately to my cock, the message loud without her spelling it out. She leaned in, lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’ll get on both knees and worship it…every inch. That’s a promise.”

And just like that, she was gone…leaving me half-hard, half-enraged, and very aware that I was somehow losing this war.