Page 14 of Cocky Player

“Angel, the things I have planned for you are going to take all night long.”

Seven

Brenna

This was insane.If my father found out what I was doing, where I went, orwhoI met up with, he’d not only have my ass in a sling, most likely insisting I moved back home, but he could make life hell for Connor.Not to mention he could fire me.

I doubted that last one would happen.He enjoyed having a sense of control over me that went far beyond normal parenting.He was loving about it, we all knew why.When you couldn’t find your daughter for days it tended to twist and ruin everyone, not only the victim.We spent hours in family counseling after that week from hell when I was eleven years old.I spent many more hours in counseling.I spent years seeing therapists when I was tucked away in private schools fashioned like prisons for the elite and rich while my dad stayed home and spun his thumbs, unable to know if I was safe save for my early set boundary of one weekly call only.

Otherwise he would have had me tailed with security and bodyguards and a tracker on my phone and calling eighteen times a day.

My dad might have commanded an entire NFL team but when it came to his youngest daughter, worry and fear weren’t large enough words to eclipse what he felt around me.

Breaking out of that, seeking out Connor, could have been a stupid stunt to further defy and push the boundaries of my father’s smothering love, but it was more than that.

There was something I felt around Connor that told me not only could I trust him with the darkest fantasies I had, but he’d enjoy them as well.After several days of unfulfilling moments with a few newly purchased vibrators, none of them were able to match the intensity of what I’d felt with Connor.On a whim, I came to Glitz, seeking him.Now that I knew the hint of how good it could be with someone, I wanted to see this through.

Fortunately, Connor was on the same page as he tucked me into a sleek black Mercedes sedan and zipped through the streets of Raleigh before ducking into an underground parking garage of a building at least ten stories high.

We barely spoke on the way to his place.Conversation could have pushed me away.His jaw had been tight the entire time along with his grip on the steering wheel.We were only a few minutes from Glitz, probably close enough we could have walked, so there hadn’t been time anyway except for Connor opening the passenger door and asking, “You sure?”

I’d responded by sliding into the passenger seat, tucking the dress beneath my thighs as I moved so I didn’t flash him.

Now, we were parked in a numbered spot, and he still gripped the steering wheel, keys in the ignition.As he silenced the heavy beat of the current song blasting from the radio, I was certain my thundering heart took its place.

“Nothing happens tonight you don’t want, and we do need to talk when we get upstairs.”

I wanted a stranger so I could avoid the conversation that would kill the mood and most likely any desire he had for me.I gripped the clutch on my lap that held my ID, cell phone, and credit card and reached for the door handle.“Talking.Awesome.”

A large, warm hand settled firmly on my thigh, bare skin to bare skin, and an electric zip of interest sliced through me.Until Connor I didn’t know it was possible to react to someone’s touch so intensely.

“We will talk.I want to fuck you, Brenna, and I won’t hide that fact.”He gestured toward his lap where his erection was obvious.Straining against his thin dress pants, that part of him appeared as ominous and large as the rest of him.Fear sparked and I pushed it away as he continued, “There’s a lot at risk here.Me.You.I want to make sure the air is clear before we go further.”

“I understand.”And I did, I merely didn’t like it.Perhaps going back to him had been a mistake.

I opened my door and swung my legs to the side as he did the same.I was at the back of his car, his hand swallowing my smaller one as he pulled me toward a door.A swipe of his electric key, a beep of a lock and we were in a small enclosed room where he pressed the button for the elevator.Three of them lined a row and one promptly arrived.Thank goodness.

Air sucked from my lungs as I took that first step into the enclosed box.For once it wasn’t my uncomfortableness with small spaces, but the heat from the man in front of me, prowling toward me until my hip hit the handle at the back and his hands went to the wall next to me.

Doors closed, taking my escape with me and a forceful breath rushed through me, reminding me to breathe.Lips parted, I tilted my head back as Connor lowered his.Our mouths so close, his warm breath wafted over my cheek, followed by the hint of his full lips I remembered so vividly at night in my dreams.

“Oh God,” I gasped.My fingers clung to the bar at my back, solid metal quickly turned burning hot beneath my palms.

“I’ve fallen asleep for the last week to the memory of your mouth and the way you taste,” he said.Our gazes were glued together.My breath came so fast my breasts strained against my clingy fabric.Why had I worn another restrictive dress that cut off my lung capacity?

Damn Gina and her closet filled with trendy clothes and my inability to say no to them.

He didn’t wait for a response.His lips brushed over mine and he sucked my bottom lip in between his, tugging on it.A sting of pain sent a shockwave straight to my sex.Oh God.Pain.Somehow, in small amounts I liked it.It messed with my head and yet I found myself leaning into him, savoring that small biting ache and reaching for him.

“Keep your hands where they are,” he whispered.“And take what I give you.Trust me, you’ll have your time to give.”

“Okay.”I sank into his kiss, the flicker of his tongue against my lips before he crushed his mouth against mine and groaned, diving his tongue into my mouth and devouring me with a kiss so simple but demanding.With every swipe of his tongue over mine, my skin heated.

I was trembling against him and yet only his mouth touched me.This man…I had nothing to compare this to, but he had to be a master at seduction if my underwear could be soaked and he wasn’t touching me.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open and without breaking a single movement, his hand curled around my back, pulled me close to him and he backed out of the elevator, mouth still taking mine, guiding us down a hall.

“Neighbors,” I gasped.

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