Page 160 of Puck Prince

“Why not? We’ve been seeing each other for a while.”

We’ve been on one undercover date and had several ill-advised makeout sessions in my office. That doesn’t qualify as “seeing” each other.

“We’re at work, and I… I don’t know if I’m ready.”

He jerks back just far enough to look at me. “What are you, a virgin?”

“Of course not,” I answer. It’s not a lie. “I just don’t want to sleep with a guy who doesn’t want to be seen with me in public.”

Spencer frowns, his jaw tight. “And I’m not going to call some chick my girlfriend when she doesn’t even want to touch me.”

There’s a sharp edge to his words that feels dangerous.

“Spencer.”

“I’ve been good to you, Callie. But you’ve been cold to me. I don’t think it’s fair.” His hand finds my hip, his fingers digging into my skin. “I feel like you’re leading me on. You tease me, but you won’t let me close.”

“I’m not teasing you, I’m?—”

“Good. Then let me touch you.” He kisses my neck, and I try to squirm away from him, but he shoves me deeper into the closet.

“Spencer, stop.”

I push harder on his chest, but he doesn’t budge.

I thought him being so big and broad was a good thing, but I feel trapped now.

“Spencer, stop!”

“What the fuck, Callie?” he growls. But he backs away.

All I feel is relief. Finally, I can breathe.

But when he looks at me again, the darkness in his eyes chills me to the bone.

“Why do you have to make this complicated? Why do you have to ruin this for me? I was so fucking close, but you won’t just spread your legs like I know you want to. Maybe the guys were right about you, ice queen.”

My eyes fill with hot, angry tears. “What are you talking about?”

“It was a bet!” He lets out a bitter laugh. “Me and the guys made a bet over who could get you in bed first. As you know, I love to compete. But I didn’t realize you were gonna make me put a ring on it before I could get inside of you.”

He’s being so crass; it’s making me sick.

I can barely understand what he’s saying except that it’s bad—really, really bad. And I want him to leave.

I shove on his chest again. “Get out.”

But Spencer’s mouth just tugs into a sinister smile. “No.”

I blink up at him, unsure where to go from here.

Unfortunately, Spencer has a plan.

“I could’ve gotten you drunk at dinner and carried you to my bed, but no, I was a gentleman about it. You, on the other hand, are a bitch. And I’m tired of waiting.”

Spencer stands in front of me again, his chest against mine. He’s staring down at me with a rage in his eyes that would make the devil cower.

He grabs me by the back of the neck and forces my mouth to his.

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