Page 47 of Any Means Necessary

“I’m not blind. Of course I think you’re fucking hot. I thought we already had this conversation.” She’s right, we did. Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing her say it.

Driving another block, the engine echoes off concrete walls as I turn into our parking garage.

“I think you’re hot.” Understatement of the fucking year.

“I am really hot. Not everyone likes fat babes, but some people also don’t like chocolate. It’s really their loss. Like, do you see my boobs? Ridiculous.” I don’t get the chance to agree on how fucking amazing her tits are before she’s changing the subject. “Mmm, chocolate sounds good. Can we stop to get some? Oh, and garlic bread. I would kill for some garlic bread right now.” She asks like we’re still driving and not already parked in the Penthouse garage.

Climbing out, I circle around to lift her from the passenger seat. She smells like girlie pink cocktails and tequila shots as she clings to me, unsteady on her heels. “I’m getting you to bed.”

She laughs against me, her hands fisting my shirt. “Sounds good to me. Who knew it would take a girls' night out for us to finally end up in bed together.”

“We’re not having sex tonight, Dewdrop.” She has no idea the amount of willpower I’m using not to take her against the hood of the car right now. Instead, I’m guiding her toward the elevator. Or at least attempting to.

“Jesus, it’s like trying to herd a cat,” I mutter the second time we have to turn around to find her phone on the car floor, after already having gone back for her purse. Of course, Lexie and her smart mouth has something to say about that.

“What, you can’t handle a little pussy? That explains a lot.” She feigns a sympathetic look, her bottom lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout.

“That’s funny, considering you were just offering yours to me a minute ago.” When she inches closer, my jaw tightens. She’s tempting fate, and the amount of power she holds over me is maddening. I punch in the key code for the penthouse and the elevator doors slide closed. Then we’re ascending.

Fucking finally.

“What’s the matter, you don’t want me anymore?” Her hands slide down my chest, glassy eyes spark with salacious intent. I catch them in a firm grip before she can reach my belt. Any lower and she’ll feel exactly how much I want her.

“You have no idea what I want from you, Lexie. But not like this,” I growl, irritation warring with the lust chiseling away at my restraint. I’ve never been one to fold to temptation simply because it was convenient. But fucking hell, I want Lexie and she’s standing here literally begging me to take her.

“Oh, suddenly you’re so noble. Won’t kiss me because I’ve had a drink,” she scoffs, her tone mocking.

She leans in, her generous breasts pressing to my chest and giving me an unobstructed view down her already revealing top. I can feel my control start to slip, my restraint fraying against her lush body. Fuck. Focusing on the potent anger that surges through me, I use my hold on her wrists to put some distance between us.

“You didn’t just have a drink, you’re wasted. I’m not interested in a sloppy makeout session in an elevator when you can’t even stand up straight, just because you’re a horny drunk.” I use a little too much force when I push her to the other side of the elevator. She stumbles, grabbing at the walls to steady herself. When she slumps against the corner for support, she reaches into her bag and pulls out her phone.

“Fine, have it your way.” Her tone has my eyes narrowing.

“What are you doing?” I demand. The smile she gives me when her gaze flickers up to mine is nothing short of sinful.

“Getting on Tinder. This horny drunk is getting laid tonight. If you’re not gonna do it, then I’ll find someone who will.” Her answer has me seeing red. “Ooo, hello Rafael.”

“Give me the fucking phone, Lexie.” Before I know what I’m doing, her phone is in one of my hands and the other takes a possessive hold of her throat, pinning her against the wall. “Get on a dating app again, and I’ll leave a trail of asshats with their throats slit across the city leading to your door.” I tower over her, fury radiating from every tensed muscle. Her breath hitches against my hand on her neck, eyes glittering with satisfaction.

“You’re really hot when you’re angry.” She’s not the least bit intimidated. Instead, she’s turned on by my show of dominance.

Fuck.

“You’re even more infuriating when you’re drunk,” I grate.

“You love it.”

I hate that she’s not wrong.

By the time we reach the top floor, Lexie’s legs are no longer supporting her. She stumbles, reaching and grabbing for anything close enough to offer her support. Instead of watching her topple around like a newborn giraffe, I decide it’s better to just carry her inside.

Scooping her into my arms with her legs wrapped around my waist, the considerable weight of her feels satisfying against me. My hands sink into the flesh of her ass through the thin material of her pants, and it’s all I can do not to grope her. The way her arms wrap around my neck as her head lays on my shoulder is foreignly intimate. I like the way she trusts me to take care of her, to keep her safe.

Laying Lexie on her bed, her breasts bounce on impact, practically spilling out over her top. They’re enticing—promising to be soft and supple. And fucking delicious. I want to get lost in them, drown in them. A better man wouldn’t look at her like this; inebriated and vulnerable. But I’ve never claimed to be chivalrous. And to hell if I’m not going to look.

“It’s okay, you can look at my boobs. Everyone does, there’s no hiding them,” she says, rising up to rest on her elbows. “I know you want to. You want a nice, long, hard look.” Her eyes slide down my body and look pointedly at where my erection strains against my pants. I’m fucking hard as a rock right now, all for her. “You do want me. I knew it.”

She falls back onto the pillows in a halo of blond waves. One step closer and I’m standing over her.

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