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My dick won’t allow it.

I take a step towards her, covering the distance between us and leaning down, my lips right next to her ear. “That was avery cute speech, and I was willing to play nice... before, but you broke the rules, so now this doesn’t end until I say it does.”

“What rules?”

Megan’s body stiffens as I grab her jaw in my hand, forcing her to look at me.

“You’re fooling yourself if you think I can’t see the desire you have for me every time I’m within five feet of you. What happens in Paris, stays in Paris? Hell, what happened in that hotel room is sitting between us like an elephant on our chests, and it can’t be ignored.”

“No—”

“Why do you continually deny yourself pleasure? Remember how you’ve fallen apart for me under my touch?” I ask, cutting her off mid-sentence. “I know your body better than you do, and I damn sure know what it wants.”

“And what’s that?”

“Your pussy quivers when I stroke it, when I talk to it, when I eat it.”

I release her jaw but leisurely slide my hand down to her collarbone and trace it lightly with a finger. I can see her nipples pebble underneath her blouse. She’s so fucking responsive to the slightest touch from me.

I love it.

“You were able to hide it better before, but not anymore,” I tell her. “Not after Paris, and not after falling apart so hard for me under my touch.”

Her jaw tightens, and I can see the frustration in her eyes as I whisper in her ear, “Don’t worry, I won’t force you. I prefer it when a woman comes begging to me on her knees. And you will beg, kitten. I promise you that.”

I toss the unlit cigarette onto the ground and grind it into the concrete with the bottom of my shoe as I walk confidently past a speechless Megan and back into the club.

If she wants to run away because she’s frightened of how good I can make her feel, I understand it, but I won’t make it easy.

Megan is quickly becoming my favorite distraction, and this thing between us is far from over.

Chapter 33

The Rumor Mill

MEGAN

My heart is racing at the words Mr. Middleton whispered in my ear. It’s been quite a few days since my life-changing trip to Paris and the heated moment between us in my apartment, but ever since then, I can’t seem to distinguish between Mr. Middleton, my boss, and Hunter, the man.

Hunter was a considerate man who patiently amused me as we explored Paris. He was also a passionate lover who drove me wild and made sure I was the center of attention in bed. Mr. Middleton is my boss, a dangerous man who leads a complex life and doesn’t blink an eye when it comes to taking someone’s life.

I’m not sure which man just left me standing here with a dumb look on my face, nipples at attention, and damp panties. Trembling, I sink against the closed door, rattled. The man can turn me on with a single word, no matter how much I try to fight it.

I should be angry with him. I should be horrified.He’s going to make me beg?The nerve. But under the shock of his words is a thrum of anticipation and need.

That one night between us is imprinted in my brain. I thought I’d had sex before, but after being fucked by Hunter Middleton, I realize I hadn’t even come close, and I desperately want more of it. Try as much as I can, I haven’t been able to replicate that sensation. My fingers aren’t good enough, and neither is my silver bullet vibrator.

I let out a shaky breath before getting to my feet. The way he kissed me a few days ago, touching me in all the right spots, driving me insane, making me toss and turn every night. It was pure evil of him to leave me hanging on purpose. I’m headed down a slippery slope with this man with no end in sight.

I pick up my ruined sandwich and cold coffee and walk inside, only to see Diana standing there. She blinks when she sees me, and I wonder if she is eavesdropping on me.

“Were you outside with Mr. Middleton just now?” she asks me.

“What?” I question her. “Why are you back here? This area is restricted to management personnel only.”

“I got lost.” She shrugs. “So what were you talking about with the boss man? I didn’t know you two were close.”

For some reason, I’m not too fond of the look in Diana’s eyes, and my tone with her is a little harsh. “I think it’s best that you return to the bar. You’re not supposed to be back here.”

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