Page 25 of Wild For You

“We’re back to Mr. Boyd, huh? Make up your mind, woman.”

“The answer’s ‘no.’ I’m not quitting. I told you before, and I’ll say it again,” Erin yells.

“You will…once you realize you’re wasting your time.”

A small bang resonates from the walls. Did she just slam her hand against the door? Or maybe it was her head. I grin, imagining her beautiful eyes shimmering with anger and her breasts heaving with every furious breath she takes.

Oh, how much I would pay just to see her naked and shaking with rage.

“You made me kiss you,” she hisses.

“Because you wanted it as much as I did,” I say coolly.

“No, I didn’t. I only agreed because you claimed you’d let me do my job. You said it would help with your therapy.”

“Your words, not mine, sweetheart.”

She groans in exasperation. “Those wereexactlyyour words.”

She must be fuming by now. I bet her skin’s all flushed and hot, and so very ready for my touch.

“You tricked me. Go away, Mr. Boyd.”

“I’m afraid I can’t, sweetheart. This is my house. If someone has to leave, then that’s definitely you.”

That shuts her up for a few seconds. I can almost hear her mind working, considering my words.

“Fine,” she calls out eventually.

I strain to make sense of the shuffling sounds behind the door. After what feels like an eternity, the door swings open and Erin dashes past me, making sure not to get too close.

“You’re leaving?” I ask. “Like, really leaving?”

She comes to a halt near the door, which is as far away from me as my room allows. “Did I mention you’re a prick?”

“You did.” I wink. “Can’t say I agree with you, but I’m happy to play along.”

“I’m not leaving,” she says, jutting out her chin. “Not until I’ve found you the help which I’m not even sure you deserve. And your kisses suck. You’re the worst kisser in the whole world.”

“I would believe you if you weren’t so wet.” My lips curl upward at the shade of red covering her cheeks. “You thought I wouldn’t notice? Your pussy never lies. In fact, I can still smell you on my fingers.”

To prove my point, I lift my fingers and take a whiff, then proceed to run my tongue over my fingertips. “You even taste like you’re hot for me.”

She turns a brighter shade of red, if that’s even possible.

“Prick.” With that, she slams the door behind her.

Laughing, I drop onto my bed.

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