“I can walk—”
“You’re too slow.”
“Am not—” But Spencer stopped arguing when Etienne also chose to bypass the elevators and opt for the stairs instead through the fire exit. “So, stairs are faster? Seriously?”
Etienne didn’t even bother to answer her, and moments later, she could only gasp and laugh as she threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him for dear life. “Oh my God.” It was like riding a roller coaster as he raced up the stairs with his Caro speed unchecked, and they were in his penthouse apartment in seconds. Seconds!
Seeing the amazed look on Spencer’s face, he bent his head and whispered, “I can fuck just as fast, too.”
Spencer’s reaction to his words was priceless: color instantly darkened her cheeks while her lips flapped open and close as if she was undecided whether to moan for him to say more or growl at him to shut up. Either way, it was cute as fuck, and he couldn’t keep himself from throwing his head back with a laugh.
“I’m seriously worried here,” Spencer grouched. “I don’t think it’s normal that you can turn me on so easily—” She stopped speaking when the door in front of them suddenly opened, and she found herself face to face with an expressionless Anderson.
“Welcome back, Your Highness.” The older gentleman bowed politely to both of them. “Good evening, Ms. de Vries.”
She couldn’t even speak. All she wanted to do was die. How could she have asked Etienne to take her to bed and not remember about Anderson—
“I don’t want us disturbed for the rest of the night,” Etienne told his butler.
Gaaaah! She could only stare at the billionaire, aghast. Didn’t he realize he might as well have told the other man they were planning to have sex for the rest of the night?
“Understood, sir.”
And because he could still feel Spencer’s horrified gaze pinned to him—
“One last thing before you go, Anderson,” Etienne drawled.
Anderson turned back to face his employer. “Yes, Your Highness?”
“Please pretend you don’t know who the woman is in my arms—”
Spencer moaned.
“I think she’s shy.”
Even as Anderson permitted himself the briefest of smiles, his voice was perfectly polite as he asked, “What woman?”
Chapter Eleven
Etienne had a hard time holding his smile back. Spencer was still glaring at him as he raced up the stairs leading to his bedroom, and he knew she was only waiting until they were safely out of Anderson’s earshot before she started chewing him off for his lack of discretion.
But since he was more in the mood for fucking than nagging…
Spencer irritably expelled her breath the moment they entered his room. “You—” It was, however, the only word she was able to get out, with the billionaire having once again used his extaordinarily inhuman speed to get them from Point A to Point ZZ. The next thing she knew, she was already flat on her back on his gigantic bed, and she was staring up at his darkly handsome face.
“Do you truly prefer we talk,” Etienne asked, “Or can we have sex first?”
Aaaargh. The S-word was enough to have Spencer forget everything as her entire body clenched with need. She tried her hardest to resist the luring heat of his large, powerful body, but it was impossible, and even as frustration had her squirming under him, she still heard herself choke out, “S-s-sex.”
She barely finished speaking when she heard him chuckle, and her face turned red. Jerk! She instinctively tried to push him off in a fit of pique, but just as her hands pressed against his chest, his beautiful, strong mouth had slammed down on her, and her fingers ended up helplessly clenching against his muscles.
Oh, sweet joy, he really was such an incredible kisser.
Her lips parted willingly under his the moment she felt the stroke of his tongue, and Spencer could only moan and move her hands up to clutch his shoulders as his tongue delved deeper inside her mouth.
His kiss was the most irresistible paradox, with the way it satisfied her need but at the same time made her crave for more. It drove her absolutely crazy, with the way the strokes of his tongue alternated between fast, hard thrusts and long, leisurely explorations of her mouth, and all she could do was dig her nails into the steely panes of his back and whimper his name out.
Etienne. Etienne. Etienne.
He had never cared about whether or not a woman called his name out while fucking. It had never been an ego thing for him the way it was with other men. But as it always seemed to turn out, it was different with the brat, and her every whimper of his name had his cock twitching until he was barely hanging on to his control.
Spencer gasped for breath when Etienne’s mouth finally left hers, but she ended up gasping anew when she felt his lips trailing down until it was nuzzling the side of her neck. An idea made more tantalizing because it felt taboo and forbidden flirted with her mind, and before she knew it, the words were already spilling out. “Would you drink my blood?”