Page 155 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
The anger disappeared from her face. “She’s a literary agent?” She shook her head and the anger was back.
“Yourliterary agent. If you want. Of course it’s up to you. But I wanted to give your book the exposure it deserved.”
She scoffed. “The kind I could never get based off of the words I wrote alone?”
“That’s not…”
“You promised you wouldn’t interfere. I wanted to do this one thing on my own.”
“And you still can if you want to. Or you can take the deal. It’s good, Penny. She was passionate about the project.”
“Or was she passionate about getting to work with you?” She lifted up a stapler off the desk and threw it at me.
I dodged it and it slammed against the wall, exploding staples every which way. “What the hell was that?”
“We’ll never know if I had what it takes now, James! I asked you not to help me!” She picked up a cup filled with pens.
I held up my hands in front of me. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“By sneaking around behind my back and making me think you were being unfaithful?!” She threw the cup at me. “Spoiler alert, your fake affair didn’t worsen the blow!”
I dodged the cup but got hit by a few stray pens. “Penny, I did it for you!”
“For me? Really? Because I had this one thing. One thing I did on my own. Can’t you see how much I needed this? God!” She wiped underneath her eyes, spreading more blackness across her cheeks. “I need a few minutes alone.” She turned away from me. “Just…get out.”
“It’s my office.”
She stormed over to me. “Not anymore. And I’m not some naïve 19-year-old girl upset about a grade. This meant everything to me, James.” She poked me in the middle of the chest. “It’s the only thing I ever wanted to do on my own and you fucked it allup. You did the exact opposite of what I wanted. It’s like you don’t listen to me at all. I don’t know why I ever let you read it in the first place.”
It was like she had turned back time. She was a student again. Yelling at me about her grade. I felt my cock harden, pressing against the front of my pants. All I wanted to do was bend her over and spank her perfect ass. I loved how worked up she was. There was nothing better than fucking her when she was pissed off at me.
She made the first move before. All those years ago, her anger turned to passion. Today it didn’t look like she was going to stop being angry anytime soon. So I made the first move before I busted the zipper on my pants.
I grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her lips to mine. I expected her to push me away. To slap me. To tell me to screw myself. Instead, she moaned into my mouth. I let my hands slip to her ass and lifted her legs around me. Her body fused with mine as I slammed her back against the adjacent wall. A certificate swung off its nail and crashed to the floor.
Penny tugged on my hair to deepen the kiss, but I pulled away.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered against her lips, our breath colliding in pants.
Her fingers dug into the back of my neck. “I don’t forgive you,” she said. But her voice was airy with desire. She knew how similar this was to our first time. She wanted this just as badly as I did. Which was why the next few words came out so easily.
“You’re infuriating, Penny.”
“Then punish me, Professor Hunter.”
God. Damn.We’d had sex once in three weeks. Once. I wasn’t just a professor pining over the forbidden. This was my wife. I had already tasted her. I was already addicted to her touch. This wasn’t about savoring a moment that had to be a one-time thing. It was about claiming what was mine. Because it didn’t matter that she was pissed at me or that I was running out of time. This woman had my heart in the palm of her hand.
I didn’t need to go slow. I wasn’t interested in making love to her on my old desk. I needed to fuck her. I needed to show her that she belonged to me and only me.
I pulled her off the wall, ignoring the sound of something smashing against the floor. I shoved the contents of the desk to the ground and placed her on the edge of it, making quick work of her shorts as she reached for the zipper of my pants.
“I’d hate it when we fought if it didn’t turn me on so much,” she said as she wrapped her hand around my length.
Most days I was pretty sure I had dreamed her to life. There was no one more perfect for me than her. I was seconds away from confessing everything. From falling into a pit of despair I wasn’t sure I could get out of.
I’d tell her later. After I had her one more time with her looking at me the way she was right now. Like I was her rock. Like I’d always be there for her.
