Page 38 of Drunk on You

“Damn right it is,” she hisses, glaring daggers at me. “Do your worst, fiancé.”

I squeeze a little tighter and notice her legs clench around my knee. Of course she’s turned on right now.

“You like this, don’t you?” I taunt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she denies, but I’ve got her number.

“The games,” I clarify, then lift my knee slightly, rubbing it across her material-clad cunt. “I bet if I reached into your pants, I’d find you dripping fucking wet.”

“You wouldn’t,” she challenges, telling me she’s just as turned on as I am.

Yeah, I’m pissed, but fuck if I’m not turned on. I never expected this woman to be an actual adversary, but she’s been shocking me at every turn. Instead of pulling the daughter card, she’s fighting for the position with everything she has.

“Is that what you want, Red?” I lean in and snag the tip of her earlobe and bite down, making her groan. “You want me to reach in and, using your juices, make you come right here in your office?”

Her legs tighten around me, and I chuckle.

“Well, that’s not gonna happen,” I say. “Only good girls get orgasms, baby. And you’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

“Julian,” she breathes, letting her hormones get the better of her.

“The next time you do something like that, the only thing you’ll be getting is a goddamn spanking.”

I release her throat, and she huffs as I step back.

“You want to be treated like one of the guys? Fine. But be careful what you wish for.”

Without waiting for her to respond, I turn my back on her and head toward her door.

My hand has just landed on the knob when I hear her call out, her voice overly sweet, “Does that mean you don’t want to have dinner together tonight?”

“Unless it involves you taking my cock down that throat of yours to make up for what you did, no,” I tell her right before I swing the door open and stalk out, slamming it behind me.

“Gay porn?” Ryder cracks up. “She’s good.”

“She’s playing with fire. I’ve worked too damn hard to let her destroy my career and reputation.”

“Oh, calm down,” he says, still laughing. “A little porn action isn’t going to get you fired.”

“You should’ve seen the look on Samuel’s face, man. He was so disappointed, thinking I was watching gay porn behind his precious daughter’s back.” I sigh and scrub my hands over my face. “I definitely underestimated her. I mean, gay porn? What the fuck?”

“Maybe you should tell him the truth,” Ryder says, sobering. “If he knows it was her …”

“Fuck that.” I sit back in the visitor seat and spread my legs out in front of me. “I’m no snitch.”

Ryder barks out a laugh. “You guys are crazy. Maybe after you two destroy each other, I’ll go after the CEO position after all.”

I glare his way, and he raises his hands in the air.

“Kidding, bro. Chill. I got too much going on anyway.”

“Yeah, how’s that going?” I ask, referring to his fiancée being pregnant.

“Baby is healthy. We got to see him on the ultrasound.”

“Him?”

“We’re not sure yet.” He shrugs. “But Nora swears it’s a boy … says it’s her motherly intuition.” He rolls his eyes. “I guess she’s rubbed off on me. As much as I want to resent her getting pregnant, I’m excited to be a dad.”

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