Page 34 of Tempted
“What did I do?”
“First, you show off your sweet little bodyin that dress, and then you let some fucker touch what’s mine.”
Diosmio. I knew it.
“Gage –”
He smacks the words right back down mythroat. I cry out, more from shock than pain. He’s threatened mebefore, but I never thought he was serious. Does he really thinkhe’s going to spank me? His palm crashes into my other cheek. Myass stings as if he’d met bare flesh.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Irub my cheeks, trying to soothe them.
“Don’t. Move.”
Damn him and that fucking voice!Iplace my hands back on the wall and he slaps me across the backs ofboth thighs.
“¡Putamadre!”
He leans in, his lips at my ear once more.“Let’s get this straight. You…aremine. You pull some shitlike that again, I’ll use something worse than my hands.”
“I was about to push him away –”
“But you didn’t.”
“Jesus! Why are you so jealous?”
“Jealousy is envy of others’ possessions. I’mprotecting what’s mine.”
He grabs my wrist and spins me around to facehim. There’s fury in his eyes, butmyeyes aren’t focusingon that. His hair is combed, he’s freshly shaved, and he’s wearingslacks and a white, long-sleeved dress shirt.Baby, teenaged,and adult Jesus.
“Fuck…you look…”What’s the word to use?Damn.“...yummy.”
I slide my fingers down his chest and feelhis body relax. He wraps his arm around my waist, pulls me againsthim, and crushes my lips beneath his. He picks me up and takes meto his desk as his tongue unleashes a tornado of sensations on mybody. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him to me, moaning as hishard dick connects with my pussy. One hand squeezes my thigh whilethe other fists in my hair. He trails kisses down my neck, lightlysucking at the base.
“Oh, God. I need you, Gage.”
He sinks his teeth into my shoulder with agrowl. “Who do you belong to?”
“You! I’m yours.”
“Never forget it.”
He plunders my mouth once more, and I whimperhelplessly. I reach down and he groans as I run my fingers down hisbulge. I grip it and for a second wonder how I’m going to manageall of it. The next second, I desperately want to find out. I tugat his belt, but he steps out of my reach. He drags his hand overhis face and turns his back to me. Once again, he’s shot medown.
“You know what? I’m done,” I stateresolutely.
He spins around, forehead scrunched inconfusion.
“The fuck does that mean?”
“It means I’m not begging anymore. From nowon,Idecide if or when we have sex.”
“If?”
“Yes…if. Pretty soon,you’llbe theone beggingme.”
His lips curl up in amusement and he placeshis hands on his hips.
“Is that so?”
