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“Why are you so angry, then?” she fires back at me, and I take comfort in the fact that she’s coming back to the woman I’ve come to know. This is my sunflower.

“Because he put his hands on you! He touched what’s mine!” I say too loudly, my tone too harsh, but I need her to understand. She’s quiet for a beat, the two of us looking at each other as the outside goes dark. That lets me know we’re now heading into the basement parking garage at my penthouse.

“I am not yours, Alex!” she yells back at me, the two of us getting heated in the back seat, poor Dan no doubt hearing it all, even though the privacy screen is up.

“You were mine the minute you called me a dickwad,” I admit, before I move in quickly. With one hand, I cup her jaw and the other grabs her waist as I slide her across the leather seat. My lips crash onto hers in an instant. I try to go slow, but her mouth opens, welcoming me, and I take the opportunity, wanting to show her how I feel. Her hands smooth up my chest, before they loop around my neck, pulling my head closer and lighting me up inside. Running my hand down her side to her ass, I grip her curves, wanting to lift her off the seat and into my lap. Her thighs move, and she releases a little moan as I pull her leg across mine so she’s straddling me.

“Alex…” she whispers, as I grab her ass with both hands and pull her onto me so she can feel exactly how much I want her. My dick is hard, fucking throbbing and aching for her. When she moans again, I know I need to slow down before we end up doing more than kiss with Dan in the front seat. She feels amazing in my arms, perched on my lap, and pulling back, I press another kiss to her lips, then her cheek, as I run my hand across her hip and down her leg to meet her skin, which is now exposed due her dress riding up when she straddled me.

“I want you to stay with me tonight,” I say, my fingers moving higher and higher up her leg, pushing the material higher with my touch. “Here at the penthouse.” I hit the top of her thigh. “In my bed.” I swallow thickly. I watch her, her eyes staring into mine as my fingers coast along the top of her thigh to her center. When I hit her underwear, my jaw tenses as my mouth waters, feeling her warm and wet. I hear her sharp intake of breath as I connect with her underwear, and I run my finger up and down slowly, craving to touch her, but refraining. At least for the moment.

“I want that too,” she says breathily, just as the car stops, and we are out the door in seconds.

26

HAYLEE

Alex’s hand in mine, he pulls me along, the elevator already open and waiting for us.

“Dan,” he says, by way of a thank you, and until that second, I entirely forget that someone was witness to, not only our conversation, but our passionate kiss. I look at Dan as we walk past him, my cheeks flushed, and he hides his smile well.

“Have a good evening, sir,” is all he says before the elevator doors close, and Alex hauls me to him.

“Was he watching everything?” I ask, my voice a mere whisper.

“I pay him well enough not to,” he says gruffly before his lips are back on mine, devouring me. My heart pounds hard and fast as I melt into his embrace. We shuffle back until my body hits the wall behind me, making me gasp as the elevator rapidly ascends to his penthouse.

“This dress is so goddamn sexy…” he murmurs against my lips, and my body flushes hot. This is a new side of Alex, and I am here for it. His hand runs up my thigh, gathering the soft fabric up around my waist as my hand lands on his jacket, trying to open it, my hands almost frantic.

I’m not sure if it is the adrenaline of tonight, the way he stood up for me and kept me protected, or if it’s the constant tension that has built between us over the past few weeks, but I care very little of anything else in this moment other than him.

“This is against your rules,” he murmurs, but doesn’t stop; he wants me just as much as I want him.

“Rules?” I ask, my breathing labored already as I push his jacket from his shoulders, kissing him some more. I feel him smile against my lips as his jacket falls to the floor.

“No kissing. No touching. Nofunny business.” He repeats the words I said to him in his office the day we sealed our deal, and I’d laugh if I wasn’t so turned on.

“I don’t care about the rules,” I tell him in a rush, my hands moving to his front as I start unbuttoning his shirt, our movements now gathering speed.

“I don’t care about our agreement,” he says, as I make it to his waistband and open his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants with blind movements.

“Me neither,” I rasp, just as he lifts me from the floor, cupping my ass in his hands and pushing me against the wall. My breath catches at the action as my legs wrap around him, his muscles flexed and strength evident.

“It’s null and void.” His lips meet mine again, and my body turns liquid, feeling his fingers pressing in right at the edges of my lace underwear that barely covers my ass. The elevator chimes and the doors open, and he walks us both out, his jacket left behind as the doors close.

“Alex,” I moan as I hold on to him, lips trailing along his neck and up to his ear, reveling in the sound of his responding groan. We don’t make it far as he presses me up against the wall in his foyer. Our kiss is urgent this time, hands needier; we both want the same thing, and we want it now.

“Fuck, Haylee,” His husky tone has my pussy pulsing, as I feel his fingers slide around the hem of my underwear. Hot and ready, I grind down on his hand as he cups me, needing some friction, needing something to relieve the ache he’s caused.

“I need… I want…” I pant, barely able to talk, which is so unlike me. I’m burning up. I want this dress off, I want to see all of him, but that must wait, because if I don’t have this man right this minute, I will explode. His finger sweeps over my clit, and I almost come just from that act alone.

“Is this all for me? You’re soaking through your panties, Sunflower.” He speaks against my mouth, his finger teasing me again, and a nod and whimper is my answer. “I need to feel you.”

“Please…” I beg. I have never begged. Not once, but I will get on my hands and knees for this man, no issues.

“Fuck, Sunflower,” he says, almost tortured, as his pants and boxers fall to the floor with a shove. “I feel like I have waited a lifetime for you.”

My heart stumbles, and he hoists me up a little more, pulling my underwear to the side.

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