Page 149 of Hexed
No matter, though. Jessica’s not my type, and maybe she’s just having an off day.
The thought of whoismy type sends blood rushing through my veins. My mouth on her. Me feeling her come around my fingers and then my dick.
My heart skips a beat when I realize Scotty will have her here soon.
I’m excited. More than that, actually. I’m downright antsy to see her again, and it’s not even about the sex, although I do plan to strip her down and fuck her in my office. Something I’ve never done withanyone. But mainly, I just love her company.
I loveher.
It’s fast, but I don’t give a fuck. In this life especially, you never know when your time is up, and I’m not willing to waste another second without her. Sometimes things happen beyondexplanation, beyond what we believe to be realistic. The universe doesn’t give a fuck about any of that.
Laughing, I press my palms to my eyes.I sound like Venesa with her woo-woo shit.
Fuck, is she ever going to get here?
More voices from outside my door, and then it swings open, Venesa waltzing in with an annoyed look on her face. She marches across the room, her hips swaying from side to side and drawing my attention, hypnotizing me with the motion.
Arousal flares low in my abdomen, and I know she can tell as my eyes meet hers, because her steps stutter for just a second before she makes her way to my desk.
Jessica runs in after her, yelling something at her back, but I don’t even hear it. Every sense of mine is attuned to Venesa, and she drowns out the rest of the world.
Venesa leans over my desk, her hands in fists and her knuckles resting on the wood until half her body is hovering over it and her face is close to mine. She grips the lapel of my suit’s vest, then pulls me toward her and lands a harsh kiss on my lips.
I groan, grasping the back of her head and driving my tongue into her mouth, desperate to taste her again.
She makes it last a few seconds, clearly proving a point, and I let her, because frankly, I’ll do whatever she wants me to do.
Finally, she releases me, and I fall back against my chair with awhack. She stands up straight, her knuckles going back to the desk as she levels me with a look.
I glance around the room and realize Scotty and Bastien—the latter of which surprises the hell out of me—are standing inside the office now, both of them looking more than amused. I quirk a brow as I look between all of them and then back to my woman.
“Hello, piccola sirena,” I coo, trying to hold back a grin but being completely unsuccessful.
She runs her red nails down my cheek. “Call off your bitch before I put her down.”
I smirk. “Handle it yourself.”
Jessica’s face transforms, like she thinks I’m siding withher, and she crosses her arms with a new confidence, tapping her toe on the floor. “I’m sorry, Enzo, she just barged in.”
Venesa stiffens when she hears Jessica say my name, and the amusement that was flowing through me evaporates because who told her she couldevercall me that?
“It’s Mr. Marino to you,” Venesa hisses, turning toward her with a glare.
“Youdon’t tell me what to do. I’ve been working with him for years, and that’s a type of relationship you could only dream of.”
Venesa throws back her head and laughs, and I become distracted by the milky expanse of her throat. I want to hold it under my palm. Feel it beneath my teeth. Lick it with my tongue.
Christ.
I stand up and walk around to the front of my desk and reach out, grabbing Venesa’s hips and dragging her into me. She comes willingly, but her eyes stay on Jessica. Leaning down, I press my lips to her neck because I can’t help it, nibbling on the side of her throat.
Venesa lets out a soft laugh, and then her glare is on me, her hand pressing against my chest and pushing me away. “Do you mind, Enzo? I’mdealingwith something here.”
“My bad.” I grin at her and lift my palms.
Jessica interrupts. “Sir, she just barged in like she owned the place, and I know you’ve made it very clear I’m not supposed to let anyone else in today.”
I slip my hands in my pockets, rocking back slightly on my heels. “Shecan come in whenever she wants, Jessica. In fact, anytime you see her face, assume I need the rest of the day to myself. I expect you to clear my schedule, treat her likeshe owns you, and get heranythingher heart desires. Do you understand?”
