His eyes darkened and he ran a thumb over my bottom lip, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. “Answer. Me.”
I looked down at his mouth and met his gaze. “I’m single.”
He trailed a finger along my jaw. “Good. Then I don’t see what the problem is.”
“I’m not going to be one of your sluts, Brett.”
His jaw tensed and he pinched my chin before looking down at my mouth. “I don’t want you to be one of my sluts. But after one night with me, I guarantee that you’ll be begging me for more.”
A laugh escaped my lips. “Confident much, aren’t you?”
He breathed against my mouth. Even though we weren’t touching yet, the air crackled between us. The current so strong, it took my breath away.
“I know what I want, Evvie.”
I crossed my arms under my chest and lifted my chin. “Yeah and what’s that?”
In a quick move he grabbed my hands, lifting me to my feet. He held my wrists in one hand and pushed me up against the desk.
My breath came out in short gasps as he pressed his erection between my legs. He ran a hand up the back of my leg, reaching under my skirt and squeezed my ass. I moaned at the rough touch of his hands on me. More.
“I want you, Evvie,” he growled.
I panted and pulled my hands from his grip before placing them on his chest. “Brett.”
He brushed his lips along my jaw to my chin. “And I will have you.”
“Like hell you will,” I said, pushing him. I didn’t want him to stop but he was my boss. Get your head together, Evvie.
Brett lifted his head, his deep blue eyes boring into mine. “You playing hard to get?”
I scoffed and tried shoving out of his grip. “No. But you’re my boss, Brett.”
His hold on me tightened as he ground his hips into mine. “I know you want me.”
Did I ever. My body burned with a need so strong, it took control of me. “You’re a smug…”
“I’m a smug what, Evvie?” He ran his nose up the side of my neck and inhaled.
My eyes fluttered as he ground his hips against me. A soft moan escaped my lips before I pushed out of his grasp and walked around him.
I continued walking away from him and shook myself, needing to get ahead of my raging hormones. “I don’t think it’s a good—”
I gasped when I was tackled from behind and landed on the couch with an oof. Warm hands rolled me onto my back when a heavy body covered mine.
I stared up into the darkest ocean blue depths that I had ever seen.
Brett’s eyes flashed with hunger and ran his hand up my thigh, leaning down to my ear. “I enjoy the way your muscles jump under my touch.”
I grabbed onto his shirt and gasped when he pushed his pelvis into mine. The bulge in his pants pressed into my core and I involuntarily spread my legs wider for him. My traitorous, needy hips.
A smug grin formed on his handsome face as he ground into me. “Do you feel how much I want you, Evvie?”
Oh God. I moaned. “Brett.”
Brett nipped gently along my jaw to my chin. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
I didn’t want him to stop. I bit back a gasp as his lower body continued torturing me. The way my skin hummed for him while wearing clothes made me want to find out what it would be like with no barriers. No clothes. Just skin against skin. I wanted to dive into him, wrap myself around him and fuck him until we were both exhausted, spent and sore.
Liquid heat pooled in my panties as a fire burned through my body. God, this man was dangerous. One touch from him and I threw all caution to the wind.
I took a deep breath and cupped his face. A flutter of hesitation soared through my belly and before I could let it stop me, knowing that this was it and there was no turning back, I pulled his mouth over mine. As soon as our lips touched, it was like an explosion went off inside of me.
A deep guttural growl erupted from his chest as his lips pressed hard against mine.
I opened to him. Inhaling his hot breath as it soared deep into my lungs.
The taste of liquor mixed with the velvety softness of his tongue, travelled through me, sending my senses into overdrive. I curled my hands around his nape and pulled him to me, deepening the kiss.
He groaned, making my stomach flip.
I grabbed his shirt, undoing the buttons as fast as my fumbling fingers would allow. I needed to feel him. To feel if his body was as hard as the rest of him.
I pulled the tails out of his pants and ran my hands inside his shirt. His hard smooth muscles twitched under my touch as I brushed my fingers down his chiselled torso.
Brett released my mouth and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I lifted my arms as he pulled it over my head. His eyes roamed over the full mounds of my breasts, his kiss-swollen lips parting.
My chest rose and fell as I watched him trail a finger from my belly button up to between my breasts. With a flick of his fingers, he unclasped my red lace bra, leaving me exposed before him.
Brett licked his lips as he ran a thumb over my dark pink nipple.
I arched under him, the soft caress sending jolts of electricity to my groin.
He leaned down and sucked my bottom lip and pinched the peak.
I cried out, my pussy pulsing unexpectedly at the delicious pain that soon morphed into pleasure.
Brett licked back into my mouth, sucking my tongue. Massaging. Kneading. Owning.
I grabbed onto his shoulders and moaned as his hands roamed over my naked torso.
He nipped my tongue gently before releasing me, trailing kisses down my neck to my collar bone.
My pale breast was the color of milk compared to his darker hand, tanned and forceful.
He looked up at me and a wicked smile spread on his face. He revealed his teeth and grazed them over my nipple making me jump.
An unexpected tingle ran straight to my clit making me hiss. I never thought that I would be making out with him. In his office. On his couch. To have his hands all over me was satisfying. But knowing that he wanted me as bad as I wanted him wasn’t enough.
He covered the nipple completely, pulling it into his mouth as he flicked the nub with his tongue.
Our gazes locked as he licked the hard peak. My groin throbbed at the rough impact and my body arched under him as he sucked harder. Brett released me with a pop and rubbed his thumb over the darkened areola.
I panted, my skin buzzing at the soft caress.
He leaned down to my ear. “You have perfect tits, Evvie.”
I turned my head, giving him access to my neck as he breathed against my skin.
“Perfect enough to fuck.”
My eyes widened at his words. Images of him thrusting his cock between my breasts made my mouth salivate.
“Would you like that, Evvie?” he purred against my neck.
“I…” No man had ever suggested such a thing. “I don’t know.”
“I think you would.” He covered my mouth again and drove his tongue between my lips.
I moaned as they danced and dueled, fighting for control. I jumped when his fingers brushed my inner thigh and inched higher. My core throbbed. Never needing sex so bad in my life, I lifted my hips. Hinting. I wanted him. Right then.
His finger pushed under the fabric of my thin lace panties and grazed over my opening. It caressed, teased before diving deeper.
I gasped when his finger thrust into me. My thoughts were scattered as he continued pleasuring my lower body. My hips moved in tune with his hand when a second finger entered my core, stretching me. “Brett.”
My body hummed, begging for him to go faster when he removed his hand from between my legs. I whimpered.
He released my mouth and stuck his fingers between his lips, licking them.
My breath hitched at the sight.
His eyes darkened as he swallowed before looking down at me. “I will definitely enjoy eating your pussy.”
My heart raced at the erotic ima
ge.
He grinned. “So how about that proposition?”
I licked my lips and looked down at the large bulge in his pants. I smiled. “Maybe I should proposition you instead.”
He smirked and ran his hands up my hips. “I bet before the week is out, I’ll have you begging me for my cock.”
I brushed a finger down his insanely hard six-pack. I wanted to nip and lick every single inch of him but I wouldn’t beg. “Well, I—”
A heavy knock on the door sounded around the room.
Brett grabbed my hand from his chest, kissed my knuckles and placed our joined hands between us. “Come in.”
My eyes widened.
Brett winked at me and looked over the back of the couch. “What’s up?”
“Sorry, boss. That dick, Mathis is here to see you again.”
My stomach dropped. Kane. Oh please don’t see me.
Brett nodded. “Thanks. Give me a few.”
“Take all the time you need, my man.”
My cheeks heated at the amusement in my best friend’s voice. If he knew it was me that Brett was with, he wouldn’t have taken it so well.
Brett looked down at me, his eyes blazing. He ran a thumb over my kiss swollen lips. “Oh, I plan on it.”
My throat went dry.
The sound of the door closing brought me back to reality. I couldn’t believe I almost had sex with my boss. Nice move, Evvie.
I snapped my bra back into place and sat up. “Brett, I don’t think this should happen again.”
Brett rose from between my legs and casually walked back to the desk while buttoning up his shirt. “You can think that all you want.”
I huffed, sat on the edge of the couch and pulled my shirt back on. “This can’t go any further.”
“Yes it can.” Brett placed his cell phone in his pocket and looked up at me. “And it will.”
“I—”
“If Kane wouldn’t have interrupted us, would you have let me fuck you?” He took a step towards me.
My heart thudded at his question. I swallowed hard. Yes, I would have but that was before my best friend walked in. I stood up from the couch and smoothed down my skirt.
He smirked, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt to his elbows. “I will have you, Evvie Neal. Beneath me. Shaking. Screaming my name.”
I backed up until I hit the door as he closed the distance between us. “I am not having sex with you.”
Brett placed his hands on either side of my head and captured my mouth in his. He slowly licked between my lips, igniting a moan from the back of my throat. All too soon he released me and ran his thumb over my lips. “I like seeing your lips swollen by me.”
“Brett,” I breathed.
He smirked and pinched my chin, tilting my head. “By the end of the week, Evvie, you will beg me.”
“I—”
He pushed me up against the door, his erection pressing into my lower belly. “And your hot pussy will be mine.”
After leaving Brett’s office, my body shook, aching with a need that took over my very being. My core throbbed, pulsing for him. Needing to feel his fingers inside of me again. More.
The dominating way he took control of my body set my skin on fire. I was drawn to him. He was dark, dangerous, everything my father and brothers told me not to date. And that made me want him even more. But I wasn’t going to be used. It would be on my terms.
No matter how controlling Brett was, if I did give in, it would be only after I made him work for it.
I neared the end of the hall and took a breath. As I walked back to the bar, I glanced around me. Could anyone notice that I just had the life kissed out of me?
The hairs on the back of my neck tingled and I looked up, watching Brett talk to Kane.
Brett looked at me and even though the lights were dim, I could see the twinkle in his eyes. The hunger and lust for more.
The magnetic pull that I felt from him made my heart skip a beat every time.
“Hey Ev. You okay?”
I looked up at Jake as he finished serving a customer a drink and nodded. “Yup.”
“What did he want?” he asked, grabbing a bottle of beer.
“Just to talk about my job performance.” And to kiss the hell out of me. You kissed him first, Evvie. My stomach twisted. Oh God, I did.
Jake frowned. “What about it?”
I sighed and patted his arm when a large man stepped into my view.
His tall demeanor was overpowering as his cold gray eyes bored into me. His black tailored suit fitted to his lean but no doubt hard body gave off a dominating air. “Miss? Come with me.”
I scoffed. “Yeah. Right.”
The man didn’t say anything, his dark eyes boring into mine.
I swallowed, the tiny hairs on my body tingling and my stomach clenching under his scrutiny.
“Evvie?” Jake grabbed my arm, holding it tight as the man continued to stare at me.
My back stiffened and I noticed Brett look our way, frowning. A man was sitting with him in one of the private booths at the back of the club. Even though they were several feet away, I could sense an uncomfortable moment between the two.
I looked back at the large man in front of me. “What do you want?”
“My boss,” he indicated the guy sitting with Brett. “wants a word with you.”
I removed my arm from Jake’s grasp and smiled up at him reassuringly. “It’s fine, Jake.” I frowned at the man and headed towards Brett. He had moved to get up, noticed me and then looked back at the other guy.
I glowered at the man sitting across from him. His dark hair slicked back perfectly, his groomed brows narrowing over dark eyes that stared into me.
As I approached him, he sat back, making room for me.
“Sit,” the other man demanded.
I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms under my chest. “Are you going to order drinks?”
The man smirked and rubbed his chin. “I said, sit.”
I huffed. “If you’re not going to order drinks, then I’m heading back to work.” I turned around and bumped into the larger man from before.
His brown eyes darkened and he motioned for me to turn around. Shit.
I glared at him and slid into the booth beside Brett. I took a breath and tilted my chin. “What the hell is going on?”
The guy smirked. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
My back bristled at the underlying tone of smugness coming from this guy. “Why?”
He looked between the two of us, his gray eyes darkening in warning.
Brett sighed. “Answer the question.”
I huffed. Like hell. “Who are you?”
“Mathis Verlinden. At your service of any needs.”
I shifted in the seat, swallowing hard when a rumble erupted from Brett. Did he just growl?
“Now. Your name.”
“Evvie Neal,” I whispered.
“Evvie Neal.” His accent rolling over my name, made my stomach cringe.
Mathis sat forward. “Daughter to retired cop, Edward Neal. Sister to Evan, Everett and Ethan. Your mother, Sara Neal, passed away, didn’t she, Evvie?
I bit back a gasp, ringing my hands together in my lap. “Why bother asking my name if you already know who I am?”
Mathis smirked. “Am I right?”
Brett grabbed my hand, my heart racing at the small contact and the revelation of Mathis’ words and what he knew. Words froze on my tongue and all I could do was nod.
“Your daddy has been a bad boy, though, hasn’t he?”
My breath hitched. “He had a hard life. He had four kids to take care of.” I didn’t know why I was explaining myself to him but no matter what poor choices my father made, I loved him. Everything I had was because of him.
Mathis nodded. “He was desperate.”
My body tensed. “What the hell do you want and how do you know so much about me?”
He made a point of lowering his gaze to my che
st before looking back up at my eyes. “I’ve done my research.”
“Mathis,” Brett grumbled.
Mathis raised an eyebrow at Brett and looked back at me. “Your mother passed away from a stroke when you were twelve.”
“Who—”
“Am I right?”
Tears burned my eyes at the memories of losing my mom to such a horrible disease. Slow healing wounds being torn open by a man who I knew nothing about.
I looked down at Brett rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand, that small touch sending strength into my body to deal with the asshole across the table.
Mathis smirked. “You live with a man.”
Brett stiffened beside me and Mathis caught his movement. He winked before looking back at me. “But you’re single.”
I shook my head, not understanding why any of this information was important. “Do you get off on trying to make people uncomfortable, or is it merely a hobby?”
Mathis’ eyes darkened and then a grin broke out on his face. His strong jaw relaxing. “I can tell that you’ve lived with just men most of your life. You’ve got balls, beautiful.”
I rolled my eyes. “I need to get back to work.”
“Oh darling. You will learn very quickly that things get done on my time.” Mathis handed Brett a business card. “How would your daddy feel about you working in a place like this wearing a uniform like that?”
My stomach sunk. “Like you give a shit what my father thinks. Or of my reputation.”
Mathis laughed. “You’re gorgeous but you’re not a good liar.” He looked at Brett. “You will contact me.”
Brett glared at him. “Fuck. You.”
Mathis smiled. “Sorry, I only like pussy.”
“Listen you motherfu—”
“No,” Mathis landed a heavy fist on the table, making the glass ash tray jump. “You listen to me, Brett. You will contact me.”
“How the hell do you know that?”
He sneered. “Money talks.” Mathis rose from his spot in the booth and followed his large beast of a bodyguard out of the club.
Brett scrubbed a hand down his face and turned to me. “Are you alright?”
I looked up at him and sighed. “Three brothers and an overprotective father. It takes a lot more than that for a man to scare me.”
Brett smiled and rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand. “But?”
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