Page 129 of Ruthless Intent

“You didn’t seem in any hurry to leave. Did you like watching me, Ashley?”

“Shut up.”

“Why?” I step closer. “Missing your ex-boyfriend? Have an itch that needs scratching? Or was I right when I said Scott wasn’t man enough for you?”

She stiffens her spine and walks into the bathroom. I follow her.

“Get out.”

“Isn’t that my line? It’s where I’m sleeping, after all.”

She stops in front of the sink, and turns on the faucet so she can splash water onto her face.

“Feeling a little hot?”

“I drank too much wine.”

“I’m aware. I was there. A lot of wine, and very little food. You got a little … fiery.” I step up behind her, lower my head and place my lips against her ear. “I liked it. But it makes me wonder what else you’ve got going on inside your head. I wonder how brave you will be now you’re not drunk.”

“I wasn’t drunk. Just a little tipsy.”

“Is that right?” I lift a hand and hook a finger through the strap of her top.

“What are you doing?”

“You saw me naked. I think it’s only fair that I see you.”

I wait for her to fight me, but all she does is press her hand between her breasts to keep her top in place. “Not happening.”

“Not sure you get a choice in it. Check your contract.”

“You said you don’t want to have sex with me.”

“I don’t.” I didn’t, but now that she’s mentioned it my dick has other ideas.

“Then get out and leave me alone.”

I drag the strap along her shoulder and down her arm.

“Or what?”

“I’ll scream.”

“Wonderful. It’s been a while since I’ve made a girl scream. Remind me what it sounds like.” I snake my arm around her waist and pull her back against me.

Her eyes widen when my dick presses against her ass.

“Just keep in mind, when you do start screaming, that everyone thinks we’re newlyweds,” I whisper against her ear. “And when you face my parents tomorrow morning, they’re going to think you’re just loud, and that I made you very happy.”

My teeth close over her lobe and I bite gently.

“Did watching me make you wet, Ashley?”

I drag my fingers back up her arm, over her shoulder, up her throat, and along her jaw. Her eyes burn into mine, but she doesn’t answer.

“Did you like what you saw?”

“No.”

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