Page 18 of Play With Me

“He’s right. This is completely and utterly unnecessary,” I grumble.

“And it can be sorted out between Carmela and me. Why don’t you all go?” Anders speaks up, solidifying his agreement to go through with this. It shocks me that he’s willing to pretend like he’s fucking me in a room full of strangers when he’s so fervently against everything the club stands for.

“Call me later?” Lenni asks as Tripp guides her out of the office.

I give her a nod and share a look with Jackson as they leave. “Give my best to Ginny.”

“Keep me in the loop,” is all he says before they disappear out the door.

“We will also give you privacy to sort out the details. Senator, perhaps you can accompany us to retrieve the blueprints for the club? We have a list of things we will need to get information on,” Martin explains, motioning toward the door.

Mick nods before leaning down to kiss my forehead, not giving a fuck about the presence of the other three men in the room. “Call me later, Mellie. Remember, I just want you to be protected.”

I don’t respond, defiantly turning my head to theside to ignore him. When the door clicks, signaling that they’ve left, angry tears spring to my eyes as I seek out Anders. “Do you really think you can handle this?” I sneer.

“Handle what? Your bratty ass?” He goes to my minibar in the corner and helps himself to a glass of twenty-five-year-aged Dalmore.

Flying from my seat, I storm across the room to get in his face as he turns to look at me. “Peoplewatchthe shows, Anders. They jerk themselves off while watching others get fucked in various positions. Your prude ass won’t be able to freeze up once we’re in there. You’ll need to learn how to fucking relax and look like you’re actually enjoying touching thisfilthy fucking slut.” I throw his words from last night back in his face.

Anger radiates off me in waves, a searing heat that grows between us as he lifts his tumbler to sip the amber liquid, not moving away from me. I’m so close that the crystal brushes my cheek when he lowers it from his lips.

Without breaking eye contact, he sets the glass on the bar behind him, then takes a step forward, forcing me to take one back as our chests brush against each other. Wordlessly, he continues backing me up, and the heat changes from angry to charged with lust-fueled energy. My pussy involuntary clenches as he reaches for me, slowly grabbing onto my hips. As he digs his fingers into me, my lips part,shallow breaths fleeing from my crimson-stained mouth.

Anders lifts my body effortlessly, sitting me on top of my desk. Instinctively, my knees part, and he pulls me to him roughly, stepping between them to grind his hard length against me. A low whimper escapes my throat. He dips his head to my neck, running his nose up the column as he inhales deeply. He smells like sandalwood and patchouli, with a soft floral citrus undercurrent. Spicy and slightly sweet.

“Is this convincing enough for you?” he whispers against my skin, tongue darting out to run along the shell of my ear. My eyes close as I grab his elbows, weakly attempting to push him away. He shakes me off, his thumbs finding their way under my jacket, rubbing patterns up the sides of my corset top, eliciting a soft moan from me as every part of my body comes alive under his sudden attention.

“I hate you,” I whisper as my head falls back. I don’t, though. And he knows it, chuckling against my collarbone.

“If I dip my fingers into your dirty cunt right now, I’ll bet they’ll bedrenchedin the evidence of how much youhateme, won’t they?” One hand drops from my side, and the feel of his fingers stroking my core through my pants has my hips rolling into him, searching for more. “I can put on the best damn show you’ve ever seen 'cause it’s my job to pretend like I’m enjoying myself. But you? You’ll be begging for mycock by the time the night is over. Your pussy will be clenching around air, just waiting for me to fill it.”

One hand fists in my hair as he forces me to watch where he’s touching me. His thumb moves faster, pressing harder against me. The outline of my pussy lips strains against the white fabric, and there’s a wet spot growing beneath his touch. The beginning waves of an orgasm pulse deep within me, my breathing and the movement of my hips giving away my current euphoric state. “Your little costume will be soaked, and everyone will see exactly how much I affect you. And when the evidence is running down the inside of your thighs, because I’ll make you come with just the touch of my fingers and the sound of my voice, you won’t be able to deny the way I make you feel, even knowing that I don’t want your filthy ass. So, do you thinkyoucan handle it,Mellie?”

Just as I’m about to come, he tries to let me go, but I grab onto his wrist and hold his hand to me. His nostrils flare as he keeps working me over my clothes. Our eyes lock in a battle of wills. Me, intently focusing on getting off, and him, trying to prove his words.

Oh, but stupid Anders. I’ll never deny myself the chance to come. “Yeah, I can fucking handle it. There’s nothing special about you, Anders. You’re just another notch on my bedpost.”

My orgasm rips through me, mouth falling open as he tears his hand from mine, stepping back. Hiscock juts proudly against his pants, but other than that, he looks completely unaffected. Lifting his thumb to his mouth, he licks it as I scramble off my desk and attempt to right myself, trying not to let him see how much that just affected me. “Considering you didn’t get me off on your own, I guess I’ll have to train you to make itbelievable,” I convey in a bored tone. “Good dogs don’t like to disappoint their owners, and that’s all you’ve been, Anders. One big disappointment after another.”

His proud smirk morphs into a sneer. “You’re such a fucking liar.”

“Then I guess we’re the same because you just can’t seem to keep your hands off me, can you?” I take a seat at my desk and motion to the door before pulling over a large accounting book. “See yourself out. Some of us have actual work to do.”

Anders doesn’t do anything to signal he’s leaving except the slam of the door on his way out. I consider locking it and getting myself off again with his scent still surrounding me, but I decide against it. The sooner I start hardening myself against his charms, the better. This little game we’ve started to play can only be won with sheer determination.

By the end of it, I’ll have Anders on his fucking knees, begging for me to collar his cocky ass.

Anders

When I return to my hotel, an envelope waits for me—a flash drive full of blueprints and a membership card with detailed instructions on which entrances it will get me into. Hours pass as I pore over the information, scrutinizing every inch of the two blocks Désirer is housed under. I try to remember a time when the hallway I went through before ever sloped down, but I can’t recall. It seemed like the club was street level, but it’s not.

It’s a walking security problem. There are over fifteen entrances, and just because they have security posted at each one doesn’t mean shit. Any of her guards could be implicated: dirty, lazy, letting their friends in thinking they won’t get caught. The list goes on.

Martin and Nikolai took over watching Carmelaat the club for the evening. Eyes should be on her at all times, but I need a breather. The tension between us sizzles when we’re in a room together. The fact that Mick hasn’t noticed tells me he truly thinks she belongs to him. Even more so, him offering me up as her personal plaything means he doesn’t think I’m a threat.

I haven’t decided if that’s a good or bad thing.

Every single brain cell screams at me to walk away from this case. Go back to California and do boring-ass desk duty. I can tell myself I don’t want Carmela all I want, but those are just words. My body comes alive when I see her. I want to dig my fingers into her flesh and leave marks to show her just how much Idon’twant to touch her. Twist my fingers in her hair and pull to see the pain flicker across her beautiful face because that’s what I feel when I look at her. I want to sink myself inside her tight, warm body and make her beg for release—want to hear how needy she is for my cock—but the reminder that plenty of others warm her bed makes me want to withhold that pleasure from her.

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