Page 3 of Enemy Boss

“Playing games Max?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No game. I’m fine. I’ll get a cab.”

“Yeah?”

I know I should put my foot down here and go and get a cab, but there’s something about Cullen, something intriguing. His very presence pulls me in and makes me want to spend more time with him. I will be honest – what most people would call charm is coming off to me as arrogance, like he thinks he only has to say the word and I will follow his instructions. But he’s not wrong. There is something in his tone that is both commanding and also soft, like he isn’t giving me an order, but explaining a foregone conclusion.

“Yeah,” I confirm. “I just want to get a cab, go home, and wash my feet.”

“Are you worried I’ll kill us both? I’ve come straight from the office and Scout’s honor, not a drop of alcohol has passed these lips.”

I looked at his lips. If he’s an axe murderer, he is one hell of a gorgeous one. I hadn’t even thought of his sobriety and that is bad. I should have. But I do feel reassured knowing he hasn’t had a drink. And not because of his driving skills. But because it means this flirting thing isn’t one sided between sober me and drunk him. He’s as sober as I am and he’s not holding back.

“It’s not that,” I say slowly. “My mother told me not to get in cars with strangers.”

“Really?” Cullen asks with another of those damned sexy grins. “And do you always do what your mom tells you to do?”

I do what I’ve never done before. I shake my head and start walking towards his car.

“Nope,” I say as I open the passenger side door and get into the car.

Cullen gets into the driver’s seat and pulls on his seatbelt. I like that. It tells me that despite his arrogance, there was still a part of him that wasn’t sure if I was going to follow his orders or not. As Cullen watches me, I put my heels back on. He’s still looking at me when I finish.

“What?” I ask, looking back at him.

“Put your seatbelt on,” he says.

“Aww... are you worried about me?” I tease.

“I’m worried you might crack the windshield if you hit it,” he says expressionlessly.

I can’t help but laugh softly as I put my seat belt on. “Well, we can’t have that can we.”

He shakes his head, puts the car into gear and pulls off. He leaves the parking lot, turning right. He needed to turn left to get to my place and I tell him so. He grins at me, a grin so full of lust that I feel my whole body tighten. Between my legs an incessant throb begins.

“Isn’t it time we stopped pretending you are going anywhere but back to my place?” he says.

The good natured flirting has been replaced with an intense sexual air that leaves me feeling breathless and I just nod because to even try to resist him at this point would be futile and I don’t trust my voice to come out sounding even.

“Good,” he says.

He puts his hand on my knee, and I feel tingles spread up my leg and to my pussy. It takes everything I have not to squirm on the seat. If he can make me feel like that with his hand on my knee, what is he going to be able to do with his hand further up? With his mouth? With his cock in me? A rush of warm lust floods me and I glance at Cullen. His eyes are on the road, but that smirk is completely gone, and I think maybe he felt it too where his hand touches me.

When he has to take his hand away to switch gears, I miss his touch. When he has changed them, but his hand goes back to the steering wheel, it is hard to hide my disappointment, although I think I manage it, because he would be grinning like a Cheshire cat if he knew how much taking away his touch had affected me.

We don’t speak much for the rest of the drive, but I keep glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, and several times, I catch him looking at me too. The air is charged with lust, and in my fevered brain I feel as if I can almost see sparks flying around in the air. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and certainly not this quickly.

If someone had told me I was going to meet a guy and go home with him within five minutes of that meeting, I would have told them they were crazy. Yet here I am. And the strangest part is that it doesn’t feel wrong and although I am a bit nervous, I’m more nervous that I might say or do something stupid rather than being nervous because I am going home with a stranger.

Finally, he turns the car off the road and down a driveway. He stops outside of a garage, but he makes no effort to open the garage door. He cuts the engine and I realize he’s leaving the car there. I look up at the house as we get out of his car. It’s a massive house, the front painted white, with a wrap-around porch. The garden is nicely kept as is the front of the house.

We get to the front door and he unlocks it and steps in, gesturing for me to follow him inside. I do and he closes the door and locks it. Then he smiles at me. A slow, sexy smile that turns my insides to jelly.

“Do you want to pretend you’re here for the tour, or do you want to go upstairs and have the best orgasm you’ve ever had?”

He’s very arrogant, very self assured. They aren’t traits I generally like in a man, but Cullen pulls them off. I look up at his face, my mouth suddenly dry, my chest heaving.

“The … the second one,” I stutter.

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