Page 75 of The Revenge Agenda

I pinch his side. “Don’t be cute with me.”

“Nothing cute about things my mouth could do to you.”

I choke on my laugh. Not because I think this is funny because I never, not in a million years, would have believed that man I found shivering in the cold could be so confident about what he wants.

“I really don’t know how to take you.”

His lips tremble, and I pick what he’s about to say as he opens his mouth.

“And I’m not talking about which position.”

“That’s good because it would have been a long list.”

“Rush …” It’s more of a plea than anything. My forehead kisses his, and I stand there holding him, trying to remind myself that we can’t take that step again. “You’ve had a big couple of days.”

“And I’ve got a big couple of other ones ahead. It’s just us here. We could do it on your desk.”

The imagery of him bent over my desk, being railed from behind, tests every little bit of my resolve.

Then he keeps talking.

“Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. I’ll even record it if you want me to.”

“Record it?”

“Yeah. That’d be the ultimate revenge, huh?”

My good mood crashes. Burns. I grip his hair, forcing his head back and waiting until his eyes are on me. The second those clear hazel eyes are on mine, I’m fucked to try and pretend like this is anything casual. “I told you I won’t fuck you for revenge. The day you take my cock is the day you forget his name. When we fuck, Rush, the only name you’ll remember is mine. Because you’ll be screaming it.”

A shiver runs through him. “‘When?’”

“Yeah, when. I want you too badly for it not to happen.”

“Good thing I have a shitty memory, then. Ex-fiancé slash boyfriend who?”

I loosen my grip and kiss his nose. “Nice try. The only thing you’re sleeping with tonight is your pillow.”

“How can you get me all riled up and then leave me high and dry?”

“Use it when you jerk off in the shower you desperately need.”

Because while I might think Rush is one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever met—inside and out—right now, it’s mostly on the inside. He both looks and smells like he hasn’t showered in a month.

“Are you going to drive me home?”

“Of course.”

He presses closer, pointer finger tracing a pattern into my chest. “It’s very late, you know.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here collecting you.”

“Probably shouldn’t be driving around. In the dark. Lots of silly people on the roads after midnight.”

“Silly people standing right in front of me as well.”

“I have a very comfy bed.”

“Is that why you haven’t slept in it for most of the week?”

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