Chapter 25
He scampers out of the room like his ass is on fire. Ash approaches me like I’m an injured animal who might bite her. Gently, she runs her palms up the lapels of my suit and threads her fingers behind my neck.
“Are you done being a caveman?” she asks, her head cocking to the side.
I grip her ass, lifting her up. Her legs wrap around me like the good girl she is. “I think I hurt him.” “He’ll be okay,” she assures me. “Will you?”
I walk over to the window in her room and sit down in the armchair. With her in my lap with nothing but her bra and panties on, I’m no longer a bomb ready to explode. “I’m good now.”
“Want to talk about it?”
I grab hold of her messy hair, twisting my fist so I can control her head movement. She gasps when I pull her to my mouth. Her lips part and I dominate her mouth with my own. Our tongues lash together for a fiery kiss.
“Win,” she breathes against my lips, pulling away. “We need to talk about what just happened.”
Ignoring her, I trail kisses along her cheek to her jaw and to her neck. She gasps when I suckle on her flesh near her ear. “I expected a woman to measure you. That’s what I requested. Seeing a guy touching you made me lose my mind.”
She groans when I pull down one cup of her bra, exposing her tit. I pinch the peaked nipple, twisting it hard enough to make her whimper.
“I want to fuck you,” I growl as I unhook her bra and yank it away. “Right now. A freebie.” “No,” she murmurs.
“Fine, I’ll pay you. Name your price.” I grip her hips and drag her over my hard dick. “Feel what you do to me?”
“We’re not fucking for money.” She whimpers when I knead her ass, spreading her ass cheeks. “Winston. I’m serious.”
Fuck, she’s hot.
Her tits can’t be more than a full B cup or a small C, but they make me fucking crazy with need. She’s got a perfect body that I’m ravenous for. I want her to ride my dick while I suck on her pretty titties.
“Winston.” Her voice is more forceful this time. “Not now. Not when you’re like this.”
Like what? I arch a brow at her, silently asking that question.
“I don’t want our first time to be when you’re angry and I’m upset.” She frowns, her fingers running along my scruffy cheeks.
“You’re upset?”
“Last night was hard on me,” she admits, her features falling. “I can’t do this today.” “Fuck,” I grumble. “I want you so fucking badly.”
She gives me a soft smile. “Your freebie will happen. Soon. Just not today.” Her brow hikes up in a playful way. “I’m willing to negotiate add-ons though.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of add-ons? Ones I’ll like?” “Sure,” she sasses. “Location. Position. Duration.”
“I want it rough,” I murmur, squeezing her ass hard. “I want you to cry and beg.”
“Name your price.”
“I’m not done.” I smirk at her. “I want you somewhere close to people. So they hear who you belong to. Those screams better be all for me but loud enough for them to hear.”
She chews on her bottom lip. “A tall order. Probably going to be super expensive.”
“Good thing I’m rich,” I say with a wolfish grin. “And I want you bare so my come runs down your thighs and makes a big fucking mess.”
“How do I know you’re clean?” she demands, frowning. “I am, but I’ll provide proof since you don’t trust me.” “I trust you.” Vulnerability shines in her hazel eyes.
“Good girl,” I croon, running my palms up her naked back. “You’ll see trusting me comes with great rewards.” I kiss her neck. “Am I going to knock you up if I come inside you?”
“Yes.”
My dick twitches. “Oh yeah?”
“I need to get on the pill again. I stopped taking it after I broke it off with Tate.”
“So if I pinned you down on the bed, ripped your wet panties off, and shoved my dick inside you, I might fuck a baby into you?”
“Exactly that,” she grumbles. “Which is why I need to get to the doctor first. Don’t be reckless. It’s not you.”
My palms roam to her front, cupping both breasts before sliding down her flat stomach. I rub my finger across her clit over her silky panties. She whimpers and grips my wrist.
“Maybe I want to be reckless with you,” I rumble, rubbing softly. “You’re crazy,” she breathes. “You barely know me.”
“I know enough.”
My phone buzzes from my shirt pocket. I ignore it, but Ash pulls it out, holding it in front of me. Deborah. She only calls when it’s important. With an aggravated sigh, I take it from her and answer.
“What?” I bark out.
Ash scowls at me in disproval.
“Leo Morelli will be here in an hour for your meeting, but I don’t have one on the books for you.” “I’ll see him,” I grit out. “Deborah?”
“Yes, sir?”
“You sent a fucking man to take her measurements.”
Silence and then a sharp breath as her nails clack on the keyboard.
“No, I sent a Carly, not a man,” she whines. “There must have been a mistake.” “Carly is a man.”
“Oh . . . oh no. I’m so sorry.”
I want to rip her a new asshole for this mistake, but Ash has crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at me. Something tells me she’ll get pissy if I go off on Deborah about this.
“It’s fine. From here on out, ask their sex. He can shop for her, but I want the garments and items sent up via my doorman. Don’t send another man into my home again with my girl.”
Ash scoffs and mouths, “Not your girl.”
I tease her clit, reminding her she so fucking is.
“Your girl?” Deborah asks. “I’m confused. Pardon me, sir, but you’ve been vague lately and agitated. If I’m to help you, you’ll need to open up the lines of communication. Please. I can’t serve you properly unless you give me all the information.”
She’s not wrong.
“Of course,” I agree. “We’ll discuss it later. Send everyone home now, please. I don’t want anyone on the floor when Leo Morelli arrives.”
“I’m on it.”
As soon as I hang up, I pull Ash to me for another hot kiss. I have to end it even though I don’t want to.
“I have to leave. I have a meeting with Morelli in less than an hour.” I sigh, frustrated that I can’t continue playing with Ash.
She frowns at me. “Be careful.”
Two words I’ve never heard uttered to me. Ever. I’m used to handling my own. I’m perfectly capable. But something about her concern makes my chest tighten.
“It’s Morelli who needs to be careful.”