Page 44 of Sixth Sin

“Excuse me?”

“This,” I motion a hand down the length of her body. “Angel, you’re so uptight, if I shoved a lump of coal up your ass, I’d get a diamond.”

“I’m sorry.” She flashes a brittle smile. “I’m not a pathological liar like some people. Forgive me if I don’t do cartwheels into the lawyer’s office where I’m about to commit a fucking felony!”

In two steps, I have her pinned against the wall with my hand across her mouth. She blinks up at me, her eyes wide with shock. “News flash, voices carry, and my ass is on the line just as much as yours. Now, either you tell me what’s gotten into you, and we solve it right now, or you can wipe that look off your face and walk in that office like you just found the pot of gold at the end of a goddamn rainbow. Which is it going to be?”

Her eyes narrow as she snatches my hand off her face. “You want to know why I’m so pissed? Where did you go this morning?”

I look away. “Out.”

Her sharp laugh echoes in the tiny metal box. “You are such a hypocrite.”

My eyes snap back to hers. “Watch it.”

But she doesn’t. She pushes her palms against the wall and lifts her chin. Arching her back, she brushes her breasts against my chest, sending my head spinning. “You command me to speak, and I’m supposed to bark, is that it? Well, it doesn’t work that way. This is a two-way street, Dominic. So, either you start barking, or—”

“Or what?” I press both hands on either side of her.

“Or I start biting.”

Whatever self-control held me back last night goes up in flames. Wrapping a hand around her throat, I slam her against the wall so hard she lets out a rattled wheeze. It causes her mouth to fall open, which is exactly what I want. It’s at the perfect angle for me to claim it.

So, I do.

My hand tightens. My tongue delves. My body presses. I free fall into sensory overload as I take from this woman. This stranger. This unholy temptation. The floors tick away as I taste her lips, indulging in everything I know is forbidden.

“Dominic,” she breathes, breaking away and gasping for air.

“Bark or bite,” I challenge, pressing my hips against her while tightening my thumb under her jaw. “You have one floor to decide.”

Something feral flashes in her eyes and another rubber band snaps. Diving both hands into my hair, she drags me toward her, capturing my bottom lip between her teeth.

And then she bites down.

Hard.

“Wrong choice, rook.” Crushing her against the wall, I take her mouth again in a bruising kiss. I come undone, grabbing the back of her thigh and shifting it higher while pushing her skirt up. When the tips of my fingers graze the crease where her thigh meets her ass, my cock jerks against my zipper.

Forget the meeting and the lawyers. The only thing I care about is getting under that skirt and fucking the attitude out of her.

“Angel,” I groan, dipping my fingers inward. “I want—”

Ding.

As the elevator doors open, we spring apart as if we’ve touched fire. I busy myself running a hand through my hair as Angel becomes preoccupied straightening her skirt. We nod politely at the trio of men in business suits who board the elevator as we exit, but we might as well have porno music playing in the background for as guilty as we look.

Angel clears her throat, her hand braced on her stomach as we near the desk. “You might want to do something about that.”

“About what?”

She cuts her eyes back at me, slowly lowering them past my belt. “Unless you plan to fly a flag in the next thirty seconds, your friend there might raise a few questions.”

I follow her gaze to where, yep, my dick is hard enough to punch through a brick wall. I’m not a modest man. It’s impressive. Nine full inches that’ll make your eyes roll back in your head and your pussy sing.

Ever hear a pussy sing?

If not, get a new man.

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