Page 33 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

“You better answer,” he said, his hand suddenly gripping her hair and tugging gently. Her head snapped back and she looked up into those smoldering chips of gray ice that were his gaze.

“Your body is mine. Every single inch,” he whispered close to her lips, his eyes never breaking from hers. Sheri felt his hand squeeze on her waist and she gasped inwardly.

He leaned forward and grazed his mouth over hers. “These lips are mine and only mine,” he growled against them, before sinking his teeth into the fleshy bottom and igniting sparks instantly between them. Sheri gripped on his shoulders for support, feeling those firm silky lips of his mold into hers. She moaned and he nibbled on her lower lip, then thrust in his tongue the moment she opened her mouth. He possessed her with his kiss, roaming his tongue into every corner of her mouth, claiming the territory as his.

“You make me so fucking crazy,” he rasped in half-fury, half-desire in between kisses.

“You drive me crazy, too,” she countered and attached her lips with his again. Somehow, they didn’t seem able to stop kissing. Sheri’s body was fully pressed against Dean’s, feeling him hard and throbbing against her lower body. His arousal registered like a cannon ball slamming into her and she gasped, cutting back from him. What am I doing? Kissing Dean felt too right, so did wanting him and having him want her back, but Sheri couldn’t let them be carried away by their physical chemistry. Not if that was all they had.

“This isn’t going to solve anything,” she said waving her arms expressively.

“You’re wrong. When I make love to you in a few minutes, you’ll see it solves a whole lot of things,” he said with a dark smirk. She huffed loudly and glared at him, even though her inner self was joyous about him desiring her so much.

“You can’t think I’ll let you just take me again, just as if I’m your property. What if there’s someone I’ve thought of dating?” asked Sheri with her own cool smirk as she folded her arms and tilted her head in defiance.

“I will destroy him. For you to even date another person, first I should let you out of my arms. Which isn’t going to happen, not again.”

She let out a loud affronted gasp. “You go on a dating spree these past weeks and now you talk like you own me? I hate it when you act the possessive freak!”

He grabbed her and pulled her to him. “I told you I had nothing with those women.”

“But you went around with them! Were photographed around town with them and looked to be having a fine time! You must think I’m stupid, Dean!”

“You are if you think any of them mattered,” he growled, and a hurt look flashed through his eyes. “I didn’t have a connection with any of those women. Not the way I connect with you. You’re the only one, Sheri. You…”

He stuttered off and she pulled herself away. Whoa…Dean Cooper stuttering, really? She stared at him, not knowing how to react, never having seen him in such disarray.

“It was never just me,” she said dully after a moment. She shook her head firmly. “Even when we were lovers, you still had all those your sure thing women. So, don’t put up any act, okay?”

“It’s not an act,” he said, the hurt expression in his eyes cutting her deep. “You really need me to spell it out, Sheri?”

“No need,” she said with a hard shake of her head. “I think I know what it is, Dean Cooper. It’s you just wanting a play toy. A woman to be your submissive little pet always at your beck and call…”

“Submissive little pet? Play toy? What the fuck, Sheri?” He looked angry at first, then he just looked really hurt again. She couldn’t hide her hurt emotions, either. Dean took her hand, kissed her knuckles and pulled her gently to him. His arms wrapped securely around her waist, and she felt her arms encircle his almost of their own volition.

“Remember this, baby. You are important to me,” he said fervently in her hair. “Not some toy or pet. I’m yours as much as you are mine.”

She shook her head, but he tipped her chin up with his finger so she had to meet his eyes. “I can only see myself with you,” he said. “Why is that?”

When Sheri didn’t – couldn’t – answer, a smile broke his lips. “I’m falling hard, Sheri, and I don’t know how you managed it. But you have me feeling whole again. Having you close makes me feel alive again. It’s been three very long weeks.”

“I know,” she whispered. All the heartache was fading into the distance and it almost felt like she was getting a new lease of life. “Dean, about Guy. He’s always been nothing but good to me. So I…” She cut herself short and sighed. “I feel awful now for never even seeing what he was going through.”

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