Page 44 of All That Glitters

Better, almost. I want her to hide.

My body tenses. Wait until I taste every inch of her. She’ll think twice about playing games with me.

“Mr. Patterson, this is crazy,” she whispers.

It’s absolutely crazy. Both of us set out to provoke the other and only succeeded in torturing ourselves. If I do this, there’s no guarantee I’ll be able to stop myself before sliding into her moist heat and fucking her virginity away, until we’re both blind from sensation and she’s come around my cock two, three, four times. I won’t stop until we’ve both lost count.

The script is out of my head entirely at this point, along with any worry for her career or for mine. There’s only me and Empire in this tiny office, and we’re hot enough for each other to burn up every last atom of oxygen.

She jerks her chin up to meet my eyes, and her cheeks blossom a pretty pink. The flush creeps down her neck to her cleavage, and I wonder if she’s gushing between her legs. My mouth goes dry, and my cock jumps again.

My hands pause on her inner thighs as pleasure spirals up my stomach at the sensation of her.

“You haven’t seen crazy yet,” I growl. I’m not sure if it’s the line or not at this point. All me, all Marcus, I continue with, “Run, rabbit, run. Because when you fall, I’m going to bend you over and teach you the hardest lesson of your life.”

SEVENTEEN

My heart is pounding out of my chest.

My thighs tremble, and before I understand where I’m going, I take off out of the office and down the hall, pumping my arms for more speed, knowing full well what’s happening behind me, even as I’m lost and mindless. Not what, though.

Who.

Who is behind me, gaining speed, stalking me through the hallways, waiting to make his move and pounce. I’m soaked between my legs, my panties wet enough to increase the incredible friction as I jog. We both know what will happen.

Wanting Marcus to the point where it’s hard to breathe. He’s going to catch me. No matter how far or fast I run, he is going to catch me. And when he does?

I lick my lips, panting already.

I make it to the staircase before him and haul myself up one step at a time.

“Alicia?” he calls out to me. “Where do you think you’re going? There’s nowhere for you to hide.”

I refuse to answer, my tongue darting out to lick my lips, anticipation thrumming a primal beat in my blood.

He sounds like the big bad wolf running after his prey, and each footfall is heavier than the last. They join the beat inside of me, and although I want to stop and turn to look for him, I’m too turned on to pause. I’ve got to keep running. My breasts tighten further, until even the drag of fabric against my nipples has me shivering.

I haven’t been upstairs since the plane crash.

It’s the furthest thought from my head now, not when Marcus reaches the bottom of the stairs and his growl of anticipation echoes up to me.

I rush down the hallway and dart into one of the spare rooms, slowly closing the door behind me. There’s enough space underneath the bed for me to crawl inside.

My heartbeat echoes in my ears. Footsteps fall heavy on each step, one after the other. “Alicia…” My pulse ticks up further at the dark promise in his tone.

The bed is a bad choice. He’ll see me right away.

Marcus is almost to the top of the stairs, his footfalls dampening at the transition from marble to carpet. I sprint at the last minute to the closet and close the doors behind me. My body tenses, legs clenching together in physical discomfort.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are. Do you really think this is a game you can win?” he calls out.

I’d had reservations about the scene, considering how turned on the first read through got me.

The darker tones of the chase became a song of lust and stroked velvet claws along the inside of my ribcage. We shouldn’t have done it, not after what happened last time. Yet, here we are.

My pussy pulses, and I clench my thighs even tighter together. How will it feel to have him slide his cock between my legs rather than between my lips? Or will he stop at the last minute again, exactly as he did before?

I can’t handle any more rejection.

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