Page 46 of Sold to Her Enemy

“Was that so difficult?” I say against her ear, loving how a tremor rolls through her body.

“If it was?” She can’t stop the smile from spreading across her lips.

“No, it pleases me to make it uncomfortable for you, hellion.” I unclasp my buckle, get it off, unzip my pants and I take her left hand in mine and place it on my cock. “Like it or not, I am so hard for you. I could take you right now, but it wouldn’t be enough.”

She her make-up and her eyes widen.

I laugh. “It’s true.”

She bites her bottom lip but reaches for my cock. I press her hand against my rigid, throbbing cock. “Your hands on me feel so good. Maybe I’ll make you hold my cock the whole way there.”

“I’m your cockwarmer, Sir,” she dips her head against my chest.

My blood roars in my ears. “That’s right.” My chest tightens with pride that my needy slut admitted it so easily.

I lift my hand off hers, and smiling shyly, she tucks me back in.

I brush my lips against her forehead and pleasure heats my blood as she mewls at the small offer of praise. The car stops, and my driver comes around to open my door. “Ready for showtime, Miss Moran?” My formal tone has her straightening her shoulders.

“Ready,” she whispers.

I get out, spotting the media line in front of the concert hall, walk around to the door, and help Mckenna out, extending my arm.

“Here we go. Don’t let me down. Smile.” I steer us over to the line.

Her eyes are smoldering with distaste, but nobody other than me will know that look. She flashes a smile wide enough to show off her pearly whites as I take her arm.

We take our place behind other captains of industry that I recognize, and I hear the first camera click go off.

“Keep smiling, Mckenna. Tell the world what you said to that eager, overbearing journalist was wrong. It was a lie, wasn’t it?” She shakes her head slightly, dips her head and turns when a photographer directs her to.

I clench my jaw and press my palm into her back, harder than necessary, propelling her along.

“Adrian! It’s good to see you.” A silver-haired man with a goatee says, leaning over Mckenna and shaking my hand.

“Good evening, Sheldon. Thanks for coming tonight.”

“We wouldn’t miss it, would we?” He turns to his arm candy, a petite brunette woman. It’s either his date or wife number four... I can’t recall which.

“I’ve never been to an orchestra before! Do you, like clap?”

Mckenna rolls her eyes and glances away, catching herself.

“You clap when everyone else claps, my dear,” Sheldon says. “I want to set up a meeting next week to discuss our new geo-tracking environment system. I think it can be an asset to Colossus Corp.”

“I’ll text my assistant and have her set it up,” I tell Sheldon, though I have no intention of doing so. We have far better technology than his outdated models. Someone calls my name from ahead of us, and I press Mckenna to move forward.

“Enjoy the performance, Sheldon.”

Mckenna waves at them as I usher her over to a reporter I recognize from Ruby Magazine, the magazine everyone in my parents’ circle reads. The magazine that Jana Whitters writes for and the one that printed that interview that me too’d me after Jana got that interview from Mckenna. I force myself to exhale, to plaster a smile on my face.

I don’t forget the people who crossed me. Jana Whitters ruined my reputation.

It took a lot of money and time to restore when I should have been focusing wholly on building Colossus Corp.

It’s time to correct that right now.

“Mr. McIntyre! Natasha Mills from Ruby Magazine. It’s good to see you! Is your sister nervous?”

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