Page 17 of Red My Lips

And rip his clothes off.

The tension in the air that settles in the room around us feels electrified, sparking my defiance. I don’t know what he called me into his office for, and I don’t care. Because now that I’m here, I’ll be running the show.

“Why are you following me?” I demand, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him. A pleased smirk appears on Gage’s devastating face as he leans forward in his chair and places his clasped hands on the desk in front of him. The pure self-satisfaction in his expression confirms that this is what he’s wanted all along—my attention.

No, not just my attention.

Me.

“Because when I’m not with you, there’s an itching in my veins that only the sight of you can fix.”

I blink at him, processing his words. That wasn’t the answer I was expecting, and I’m not sure how to feel about it.

“You’re not just trying to get into my pants?” I ask skeptically. I’m not buying it.

“I never said that.”

“You’re attracted to me,” I state as his hungry gaze sweeps over me.

“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe,” he says, standing from his chair. The sexual desire radiates off him and thickens the air around us. “If you don’t have a god complex, I’ll give you one.”

“What do you want? What are you getting out of this?”

I don’t trust a single word coming out of his mouth. If he wanted to fuck me, why hasn’t he done it already? I’ve had plenty of men desire me before, but this feels different—amplified. It’s hard to wrap my head around.

“Isn’t it obvious, Jill?” He steps from behind the desk and walks over. “I want you.”

“You get off on watching me, don’t you?” My barb of accusation hits Gage without inflicting any damage. Instead, a wicked smile crosses his face.

“Yes,” he states, stepping closer to me. “Yes, I do. Watching you was my favorite thing to do in the entire world. It was my reason for existing.” His words douse my body in gasoline, his dark eyes promising to set me ablaze.

“Was?” I ask, desire itching through me until I’m overtaken.

Gage’s passionate gaze on me is intoxicating, and I can’t seem to get enough. There’s something addictive in the way he looks at me, like I’m the only thing that keeps his heart beating—a being looking at its life source.

A man looking at his god.

I like being his deity.

“It was,” he confirms, taking another step towards me. He’s waiting for something—a sign? “Then I kissed you. Kissing you will be my reason for living until I fuck you.”

Those words are the spark that has me going up in flames.

“Fuck me,” I repeat, making his eyes flare. “You really think I’m going to let some psycho stalker fuck me?”

“I know you are.” There isn’t a drop of doubt in his voice. “You like that I follow you, watch you, want you. You feed off my attention, my need. It makes you want, makes you hot—makes you wet. And I’m the only one who can give you what you need. Isn’t that right, little devil?”

“You think you can handle all of me? I’m a lot of woman.”

“Let’s get one thing clear.” He inches closer to tower over me, his eye contact deeply intentional. “You’re my warmup weight, Jill, so watch that pretty little mouth of yours and remember who you’re talking to. We’re made for each other. I’m the only man who will ever be able to handle you the way you deserve to be handled.” His eyes dip lower, trailing down my body like a caress. “All of you.”

My breath catches in my chest and arousal pours through me until I’m throbbing for him. Gage doesn’t miss any of it.

“I bet your pussy is throbbing and needy for what only my cock can give you. You’re wet for me right now, aren’t you?”

“I’m soaked.” The words come out breathless.

“Show me,” he commands, coming closer. He’s just inches from me now, his eyes latched onto me like he won’t ever look away. Like he can’t.

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