Page 25 of Mister Rival

“You can’t throw those things around,Mr. Forbes, and then not deliver.”

I can’t hide my stupid grin. “Will you stop calling me that? I was being metaphoric.”

Her face immediately falls a little. “Oh, it really was all for show in there?” Her tone is hushed.

I reach out and tip her chin up with my finger, just as the elevator chimes that we’ve reached her stop. Her emerald eyes flash as I assess her pretty face and perfect pout.

I meant everything I said and did tonight, but I want her to be sure she wants this. There’s no going back if we hook up tonight. My bad boy below the belt is begging me to touch her, pull her into my arms, and give her a taste of what I have planned right here, right now. But somewhere behind the tequila haze is my conscience, and I know we have to work in the same town when tomorrow inevitably comes.

Plus, there’s the fact she hates me the majority of the time. “No,” I answer truthfully. “Not all of it.”None of it.

She stops for a moment, but then straightens out and steps toward the hallway. She’s not even two steps away from me and I already miss her being so close to me. “Ali?”

“Forget it.” She shakes her head. “Thank you for tonight, I mean it. But I need to get out of here. You obviously don’t?—”

I snag her wrist as the elevator doors start to close again, pulling her back in. I let go of her for a second and reach forward to push the doors open as though I’m giving her a second chance at escaping if she wants to. “Don’t even finish that sentence,” I murmur. “Because I feel it. There’s no question about that. I’ve been eye-fucking you all night. I was trying to be a gentleman, but I think we both know we’re past the point of that.”

She blinks up at me, ignoring that last part. “You’ve been eye-fucking me?”

I pull my lip under my teeth. My heart accelerates. My body is on fire, and this could be the craziest thing I’ve ever done in a very long time. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone before. But if these elevator doors close again.” I push them back open, this time with a firm press of the button because my free arm wraps around her. “Then I’m taking you to my room, and then I’m going to fuck you.”

Her breath hitches as we stare at each other, just as the doors start to close.

Chapter Twelve

ALISON

When the elevator doors finally close for good, my breath hitches in my chest.

His words. Oh, my God, his words.

I watch in silent surrender as Tristan reaches for the PH button. My brain scrambles at what we’re about to do, and my heart races at the idea of being in his bed. I want this, I realize. I really do. I may be out of my mind and regret it in the morning when he’s back to being his usual, smug self, but right now, I don’t really care.

I have needs, and I’m certain that Tristan Lucas can fill them.

I mean, he is a hot-blooded, sexy silver fox with a body to die for. I’ve seen him play tennis, and a couple of times at the pool when the kids were growing up. We’re older now, of course, but he’s still smoking hot and can turn every head in the room. Tristan just has something that attracts people. His smile alone could melt the panties off any self-respecting woman, but right now, I’m not one of those.

Nope. No siree. I left Alison Archer; a boring conservative who never has any fun, at my parents’ house for the night. Ali has entered the building, and she’s ready to ride the bad boy all fucking night long.

Before I know what’s happening, we intertwine like it’s the most normal thing in the world and we’re both as feral as each other. I moan when Tristan walks me backwards until my ass hits the wall, his tongue brushing mine as he presses up against me. I feel his hard cock between us and I want to touch it. I want him inside me.

“Feel that?” he murmurs. “I’ve been walking around like this all fucking night because of you in that tight little dress, with that cock teasing slit up the front.” I gasp at his words and he chuckles. “What’s wrong, sugar? Cat got your tongue?”

“I never knew you had such a dirty mouth,” I admit breathlessly.

He rocks against me, pushing his erection right against my core and I see stars. “That’s not the only thing that’s dirty.”

Our mouths collide and I wrap my arms around him like he’s not my sworn enemy, but my long-lost lover.

“Oh, Tristan,” I groan.

“If this elevator didn’t have cameras, I’d fuck you right now with my tongue.”

My eyes widen. “Your tongue?”

He pulls back. “Don’t tell me…”

I clear my throat. “Gareth didn’t?—”

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