“Winston.” Her voice is more forceful this time. “Not now. Not when you’re like this.”
Like what? I arch a brow at her, silently asking that question.
“I don’t want our first time to be when you’re angry and I’m upset.” She frowns, her fingers running along my scruffy cheeks.
“You’re upset?”
“Last night was hard on me,” she admits, her features falling. “I can’t do this today.”
“Fuck,” I grumble. “I want you so fucking badly.”
She gives me a soft smile. “Your freebie will happen. Soon. Just not today.” Her brow hikes up in a playful way. “I’m willing to negotiate add-ons though.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of add-ons? Ones I’ll like?”
“Sure,” she sasses. “Location. Position. Duration.”
“I want it rough,” I murmur, squeezing her ass hard. “I want you to cry and beg.”
“Name your price.”
“I’m not done.” I smirk at her. “I want you somewhere close to people. So they hear who you belong to. Those screams better be all for me but loud enough for them to hear.”
She chews on her bottom lip. “A tall order. Probably going to be super expensive.”
“Good thing I’m rich,” I say with a wolfish grin. “And I want you bare so my come runs down your thighs and makes a big fucking mess.”
“How do I know you’re clean?” she demands, frowning.
“I am, but I’ll provide proof since you don’t trust me.”
“I trust you.” Vulnerability shines in her hazel eyes.
“Good girl,” I croon, running my palms up her naked back. “You’ll see trusting me comes with great rewards.” I kiss her neck. “Am I going to knock you up if I come inside you?”
“Yes.”
My dick twitches. “Oh yeah?”
“I need to get on the pill again. I stopped taking it after I broke it off with Tate.”
“So if I pinned you down on the bed, ripped your wet panties off, and shoved my dick inside you, I might fuck a baby into you?”
“Exactly that,” she grumbles. “Which is why I need to get to the doctor first. Don’t be reckless. It’s not you.”
My palms roam to her front, cupping both breasts before sliding down her flat stomach. I rub my finger across her clit over her silky panties. She whimpers and grips my wrist.
“Maybe I want to be reckless with you,” I rumble, rubbing softly.
“You’re crazy,” she breathes. “You barely know me.”
“I know enough.”
My phone buzzes from my shirt pocket. I ignore it, but Ash pulls it out, holding it in front of me. Deborah. She only calls when it’s important. With an aggravated sigh, I take it from her and answer.
“What?” I bark out.
Ash scowls at me in disproval.
“Leo Morelli will be here in an hour for your meeting, but I don’t have one on the books for you.”
“I’ll see him,” I grit out. “Deborah?”
“Yes, sir?”
“You sent a fucking man to take her measurements.”
Silence and then a sharp breath as her nails clack on the keyboard.
“No, I sent a Carly, not a man,” she whines. “There must have been a mistake.”
“Carly is a man.”
“Oh . . . oh no. I’m so sorry.”
I want to rip her a new asshole for this mistake, but Ash has crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at me. Something tells me she’ll get pissy if I go off on Deborah about this.
“It’s fine. From here on out, ask their sex. He can shop for her, but I want the garments and items sent up via my doorman. Don’t send another man into my home again with my girl.”
Ash scoffs and mouths, “Not your girl.”
I tease her clit, reminding her she so fucking is.
“Your girl?” Deborah asks. “I’m confused. Pardon me, sir, but you’ve been vague lately and agitated. If I’m to help you, you’ll need to open up the lines of communication. Please. I can’t serve you properly unless you give me all the information.”
She’s not wrong.
“Of course,” I agree. “We’ll discuss it later. Send everyone home now, please. I don’t want anyone on the floor when Leo Morelli arrives.”
“I’m on it.”
As soon as I hang up, I pull Ash to me for another hot kiss. I have to end it even though I don’t want to.
“I have to leave. I have a meeting with Morelli in less than an hour.” I sigh, frustrated that I can’t continue playing with Ash.
She frowns at me. “Be careful.”
Two words I’ve never heard uttered to me. Ever. I’m used to handling my own. I’m perfectly capable. But something about her concern makes my chest tighten.
“It’s Morelli who needs to be careful.”
14
Ash
Winston Constantine is a strange man. He wears indifference like one of his expensive suits. It’s a part of who he is. Yet, when it comes to me, the mask comes flying off. Beneath the bored, smug, confident man is a beast.
Starving.
Angry.
Possessive.
For some reason, he’s got it into his intelligent mind that he wants me. I’m not sure for how long. All I know is he will pay dearly to have me.