Page 62 of For Wrath and Redemption
“Trouble, lie down on that bed right fucking now.”
Slowly, I do as he says, but I don’t take my eyes off him. I stare shamelessly as his jeans hit the floor and his erection springs free.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, my eyes going wide.
He wraps one of his hands around his hard cock and laughs.
“You sure you want to feed my ego like that? You think I’m an arrogant asshole now? The way you’re staring at my cock is about to make me insufferable.”
I tear my eyes from his large erection—likeintimidatinglylarge—and look back at his smirking face. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip and runs his eyes over my naked body. I’m flushed and panting. My breasts are heavy and aching. My thighs are sticky with my arousal. I’m sure I look ready to be fucked, and God help me, I totally am.
“Tell me you’re going to let me have you, Claire.”
It almost sounds like a plea. He climbs onto the bed and prowls toward me slowly until I’m lying flat and he’s hovering above me. Hisbody is positioned perfectly between my thighs, and I can feel the head of his cock brushing against my wet, throbbing pussy.
“You’ve seen my medical records. You know I’m clear.” He leans down and growls against my lips. “Tell me you’re going to give me exactly what I’ve been wanting since I first saw you in that hotel room.”
Reality hits me.
The hotel room.
The one I was in because I was assigned to be his PR manager.
Fuck.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and he freezes.
“Trouble...”
I feel the space between us grow as he pushes himself back up on extended arms. I shake my head again, and then he groans and throws himself onto the bed beside me. When I finally open my eyes and turn my head to look at him, he has an arm thrown over his face and his dick is standing straight up, rock-hard as ever.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I just?—”
“You don’t have to apologize, Davis. I get it. Honestly, I’m surprised you let me get as far as we did.”
I stifle a smile at the misery in his voice, then push myself into the sitting position. My pussy is still throbbing, so I understand his disappointment. In fact, I have to mentally beat back the urge to say fuck it and climb on top of him. Instead, I grab a pillow and hide behind it.
“It’s not that I don’t want to.”
He slides his hand down his abdomen. The movement catches my attention, and I look just in time to see him wrap his hand around his dick and stroke. My mouth waters. I can’t stop staring. He strokes again, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning.
“You staring makes me think you want a show.”
I jump at his voice, then turn to look at him. His grin is equal parts taunting and tempting. He’s still just as turned on as I am. I nod.
“I do want a show.”
“Fuck you.” He squeezes his eyes shut and groans. “Fuck you, Claire Davis.”
I open my mouth to ask what he means, but then he starts pumping his cock, and my voice vanishes. I can’t take my eyes off him. Hesqueezes and jerks himself, and I can feel myself dripping. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
He reaches up with his free hand and grabs the pillow, tossing it on the floor.
“Spread your legs for me.” His voice is strained, his eyes flicking between my breasts and my pelvis. “Spread them. Show me that swollen little cunt. Torment me with what I can’t have.”
I don’t hesitate.
I lean back, propping myself on my extended arms, and bare myself to him. His expression is ravenous. Ravenous and almost angry. His lip curls into something resembling a sneer, and it gives me pause. Briefly, I wonder if he hates me, if what he sees disgusts him, but that thought is erased when he slides his fingers inside me once more.
