Page 23 of Desperate Needs

I entered the underground garage and tossed my keys to the valet service, stopping the punk with one hand as I opened her door.

“Good evening, Miss Aziz,” the man said, and nodded at her.

“Good evening, Laurence. Please park the truck in my guest spot,” she told him, making me growl.

She had a guest spot.

Why didn’t I know this? And did she use it often?

No. I shook my head. I’d been surveilling Clementine Aziz for a year now. I knew she wasn’t seeing anyone.

Still, jealousy gnawed at me like an angry beast on the hunt. I placed my hand on her lower back, guiding her to where two elevators waited at the back wall.

“The left,” she murmured, and I led her there, pretending like I didn’t fucking know that was her private elevator.

Opening my hand, I took her keycard from her and swiped it, waiting as she lifted her hand to unlock the biometric system that would bring the car to her apartment.

Very nice.

But I would expect nothing less for the daughter of the founder of Sigma International.

I returned the card, growling at the fact it wasn’t mine to keep.

It was stupid.

This was her home, not mine.

But something inside me was pushing me to take charge. The feeling was primal and unrefined. I wanted to stake my claim.

To mark my territory.

And that was not the plan. Not at all.

Plans changed, my inner voice reminded me, and I had to bite back a snort of disbelief.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Besides the obvious.

My heart was beating so loudly I was worried she could hear it. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, otherwise I might try to fuck her right here.

Goddamn, her skin felt warm beneath her dress. I slid my fingers from the small of her back all the way up to her neck, gripping her there and breathing in deep.

She smelled good.

Sweet.

Innocent.

Like warm vanilla and bright citrus.

I suppose that went with her name, but Christ, I didn’t expect how it would affect me.

My balls felt heavy, like my dick was liable to explode at the first touch.

Not damn likely.

I was not what I would call a giver when it came to sex, but I knew how to please a lady. I just never cared very much before.

But now, with her, as I breathed in her vanilla citrus scent, I found myself wanting to.

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