Page 77 of Wreck Me

It’s pretty clear the attraction is mutual.

We both know where we stand.

I have my plan for after graduation and, thanks to our agreement, the means to carry it out better than I ever thought possible.

‘Mostly the Financial Times.’ He pours the champagne into the glasses and offers one to me.

‘A man after my own heart.’ At least the Financial Times doesn’t leave you longing for a love that only exists between the pages of a book. Although the sensations I’m experiencing now would give any romance novel a run for its money.

He clinks his glass against mine. ‘Cheers.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Here’s to you coming all over my face,’ he runs a finger over my clavicle, ‘At least twice tonight.’

I almost spit my drink out.

‘Sit.’ He nods towards the centre of the sofa. ‘I have another present for you.’

Heat suffuses my skin and desire pools low in my tummy. ‘Yes, sir.’ I edge backwards until my calves hit the couch.

A low hiss slides over his lips. ‘Good girl.’ He nods approvingly as my bum sinks into the soft mountain of pillows. ‘Lift up your dress.’ It’s not a request. He signals for me to hand him my drink to free up my hands.

‘Do you have any idea what you do to me, Scarlett?’ His hips arch forwards and the strain on his suit trousers isabundantly obvious. ‘Do you know how many times I’ve thought about your sweet little cunt since the last time I touched it?’

I swallow thickly, shaking my head. ‘But it can’t be as many times as I’ve thought about your cock. Let me taste you,’ I beg.

‘Dirty girl.Mydirty girl.’ A low growl reverberates around the room as I lift the layered chiffon higher. ‘You forgot the first rule from our first lesson. Ladies first. I’m going to take great pleasure in reminding you.’

I swallow hard. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as badly as I want him.

‘Are you sure I shouldn't take this off?’ I motion to layer upon layer of material. It’s not practical.

‘Leave it on. I want to bury my tongue in a princess tonight.’

‘But what if I ruin it?’ The silk scrap between my legs is already saturated.

‘Don’t worry. Rosa will take care of it.’ A slow smirk lifts his lips. ‘But she’ll know exactly what you’ve been up to with the boss.’

‘Rosa is such a dote. And stunning too.’

‘She is,’ James agrees with a nod.

A crazy thought pops into my head. One that twists my tummy. ‘Did she and you ever..?’ The words tumble out before I can stop them. I’m not sure if I want to hear the answer.

Low laughter fills the room. ‘No, I never mix business with pleasure.’

‘Well, what’s this then?’ I gesture to chiffon bunched up my waist.

‘That’s the million dollar question.’ A flicker of a frown flits across his face for a second before he evens it out.

He drops to his knees before me, placing a hand on my inner thighs, spreading them apart. Greedy eyes drink in my ivory silk thong. ‘Very virginal. Very appropriate.’

I swallow thickly, glancing down at myself and the scrap of lingerie between my legs. At his thick quads between my thighs. ‘Do you like what you see?’

‘No, princess.’ My stomach flips at his affection. ‘I don’t like it, I love it. I don’t know what you’re doing to me, woman, but you’re living in my head every damn second of every damn day. I almost transferred thirteen million euro in the wrong investment fund yesterday because all I could think about was if your pussy was wet for me.’ His fingers inch upwards until they skim over the saturated silk.

My hips arch up. ‘I guess you have your answer. I’ve been soaked for you since the first night I laid eyes on you in the club.’

---