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“I don’t know, Aaron.”
He swallows his drink. “This wasn’t a question.” He angles his head toward me, a feral smirk on his face. “I think we are stuck with each other. No matter if we want it or not,” he adds, and I know he is right.
We can’t deny our connection. We can’t stay away. We can only take a leap and burn ourselves. Hoping to be significant. Hoping to heal and not unleash a nuclear bomb among us. Life is like a chess game. I’m the queen and he is the king. On the same team, we can be unbreakable. But against each other, we have no chance to survive. Destruction or redemption. That’s a risky bet.
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” I take the cherry he left from his dessert and put it in my mouth, fully decided to show him I can play, too.
I lick the cherry seductively, in and out, before sucking it slowly, my eyes provoking him. I break the top of it. And swallow. I lick my upper lip, bite my lower lip, unleashing my doe eyes. He stays silent, his eyes locked on me, as his tongue plays inside of his mouth. A thing he does when he is about to explode.
“Elle,” his raspy voice states like a warning, and a rush of adrenaline travels the length of my body.
I bow my head to the side, and with my feet, I take off my heels from under the table. “Yes, Aaron?” I reply, playing the innocent.
I slide my feet up on top of his pants until reaching the area of his manhood. Luckily, the table is draped with a white sheet and no one can see what’s underneath. He coughs, surprised by my action. I dart my tongue out of my mouth, licking my upper lip once more, my feet stroking him as I know he is growing hard beneath his pants. I caress my collarbone with the tips of my fingers, pushing my silk shirt delicately to the side to give him a preview of my lace underwear.
“Fuck, Elle. I’m hard now,” he groans.
I smile wickedly before pulling myself off my chair, satisfied to have played the player himself. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Mr. LeBeau.”
“Oh,ma belle… I hope you are ready to get fucked, because I’m gonna make you pay for your teasing.” I’m pushing Wolf’s limits, giving him a red light, and he is about to push mine once the light switch off. “I’ll come to find you as soon as I—you know.”
I head toward the bathroom, still smiling, enjoying my first lap of victory. I glance over at him, almost sure he is watching me walking away. Which he is—his elbow on the table, his hand covering his mouth before smiling in spite of himself. He wants to race me. And I cannot wait to do it all again.
I readjust myself in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to cool down. What am I doing? I’m teasing him with things… things that I hate to do. Did I really stroke him with my feet? Licked a cherry the same way I… but it didn’t make me feel ashamed. I felt overpowered.
I wait for him by the elevator, remembering a race isn’t a sprint, but a marathon. I check my phone’s messages, and suddenly I feel strong arms encircling my waist from behind. I know it’s him. I recognize his touch. His scent. His aura. He squeezes my back against his strong torso before kissing the lobe of my ear.
“It’s time to teach you a lesson.”Red. Red.
Heart burning. Head spinning. Heat reaching.
The race is about to begin.
Owning you
When the elevator doors open, he takes my hand and leads me inside. It’s just the two of us in our long descent down to the garage. He doesn’t wait until the doors close to pin me against the wall in a hasty movement. A satisfying smirk appears on his face when he notices the blush of excitement spreading on my cheeks. He cups my face with his palms, devouring my lips in a feverish and explosive kiss. In just a couple of seconds, his passion sends me into oblivion. I’m possessed by the greedy hunger of our kisses, forgetting everything around us. Danger. He is an addictive danger.
There is no warning against Aaron LeBeau.
You can’t take precautions, you can’t fight back.
“You are gorgeous, Elle.” His words set me on fire. My desire for him is escalating. Inflaming me. Amplifying until it consumes me.
He lifts me up against the wall, my thighs bracing on his hips as his hands curve around my butt cheeks and I run my fingers down his back. I’m bewitched by the heat of his kisses, melting under his possessive touch. My shirt is unbuttoned. My skirt is lifting up. My collarbone is aching for his kiss. I can’t slow down, and neither can he. We are racing together at full speed, until we are pushed off the track when the elevator doors open, and two older men scan us. Aaron pulls away, positioning himself in front of me, while I’m buttoning my top back up.
“Mr. LeBeau?” the older man asks, a confused look on his face. Aaron clears his throat, trying to act all professional.Too late Aaron, we’ve been busted like horny teenagers.
“Gentlemen.” He smiles, giving them a polite head nod before swooping me into his arms, and I giggle, noticing the what-on-earth-happened expression on the faces of the two men.
We burst into laughter together as we enter his flashy sports car. He revs up the engine, and in one movement reverses the car at a fast pace, making my heart skip a beat. I hate his assertiveness. I hate that his playboy tricks are working so well on me.
“I thought you were supposed to help my reputation, not damage it, Miss Monteiro.” He exits the garage, driving in a haste. I simper, knowing he wants to get to the hotel to take me on my bed as fast as possible.
“Maybe I’m as sinful as you.” I bat my eyelashes as his eyes sparkle with appetite for me.
“Oh, yeah?” He drifts his car on a 180-degree turn. I hold on to his leg, the speed pushing me back to my seat. He enters a parking lot, leading us to the rooftop of a building. The way he drifts his car during the tight turns, the music inhaling my senses, I feel like I’m in aFast & Furiousmovie. We are racing our way up, until he parks his car on the skyscraper, where it’s just us. I admire the view of the stars shining in the sky, the city lights sparkling all around us, the pink lights of the parking lot, feeling like we arrive to another world.
Desire blossoms heavy in my belly when I meet Wolf’s tenebrous gaze. I know what he has in mind. He has the gift to push my limits, to make me forget my fears, my insecurities. I yank him closer to me as his lips brush on mine slowly. His hands trace up my ribs to the edges of my breasts. He trails open-mouthed kisses down my neck, winding his fingers through my hair while I close my eyes, accepting the pleasure consuming me. Aaron’s hand moves inside my panties, and his lips curve into the smile of a sinner when he realizes how wet I am. He slides my thong down before opening my legs wilder.
