Page 91 of Arrogant Bastard

I pull away. “So, is she a genuine redhead?”

His eyebrows knot for a couple of seconds before his eyes widen. Then he laughs.

“Fuck you.”

His laughter deepens. “You’re jealous.”

“Fuck you.”

He stops laughing and pushes his groin against me. “Not in the elevator, baby. We don’t have enough time.”

“I’m glad you find all this hilarious.”

“God, I can’t wait to get you in the car.”

“Nothing is going to happen in the car.”

He slides his middle finger into his mouth in a shockingly sexy, slow lick that immediately drenches my panties. Then he holds it in front of my face. “This finger is going into your pussy the moment we’re in the car. You can clench that tight cunt around it while you ask me your questions.”

My breath snags in my lungs. We’re the most real with each other when all the bullshit is stripped away. And sex is the most effective way to go about doing that.

“Or you could just answer the question now?”

He lowers the hand that promises pleasure, and my mood plummets with it. “I ought to spank the shit out of you for even suggesting that I’d fuck my shrink.”

“Because you draw the line at sleeping with your coworkers?”

“You will forever be my one exception. The only woman for me. How many times do I need to repeat that?” There’s an edge of exasperation in his tone.

“She’s clearly hot for you,” I say, and hate myself for my inability to leave the subject alone.

I don’t know what I expect him to say to that, but the elevator reaches the ground floor, and we step out. His hand slides around my waist, uncaring of the glances we attract as we walk through the foyer to the limo idling at the curb. Killian chose not to drive today after traffic delayed us getting home yesterday. Instead we flew by helicopter halfway and Mitch drove us the rest of the way.

I get in the back and shift to the far side, noting that the partition between us and the front seat is up. Killian dives in after me and grabs me the moment the door shuts. A second later, we’re sprawled across the seat. “Where were we?”

“Nowhere,” I blurt.

He holds his finger against my pursed lower lip. “Open.”

“No.”

“Jesus. Your stubbornness is a huge turn-on, I give you that. But goddammit, we’ll be at the chopper in fifteen minutes, so maybe shelve the attitude for now and let me make you come? You can fight with me some more when we get home.”

“I don’t—” The rest of my words are lost when he reaches under my dress, yanks my panties aside, and rams his finger inside my disgustingly wet pussy.

He exhales harshly, and his head drops against my neck. “God, I knew you’d be wet,” he says.

“No, you didn’t.”

“You think I don’t know this body? That I don’t know what makes you sigh and what makes you scream?” He crooks his finger, and pleasure blazes through me.

“Ahhh…”

“I love that you’re jealous, baby, but I don’t want you twisted to the point where it comes between us. Got it?”

I grit my teeth and stay silent.

He adds another finger, doubling the pleasure, but then stills. “I need an answer, beautiful. ‘Yes, Killian,’ will be fine.”

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