Page 10 of Celebrity

“Sam.”

“Why don’t you terrorize Karina instead of me?”

“Because that battle-ax is scarier than my Italian grandmother with a cast-iron skillet.”

I started laughing, and I couldn’t help it.

A throat cleared behind me, bringing me back to the situation at hand.

“He’s there, isn’t he?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Good. I’ll be up in a second. I want to see the man who made me lose the best damn attorney I’ve ever encountered.” Clint hung up before I could respond.

Oh shit, this was about to go from bad to worse.

“Dev, can we talk later? Clint is on his way up, and I need to handle this.”

“No.” His gaze bored into mine. “I’d like to meet the man who thinks my wife needs a date.”

“You can’t get possessive when for the last six years of our relationship, you pretended to date other women and never cared what man was around me.”

“I’ve always been possessive of you. Do you think I liked seeing my woman on another man’s arm? Why do you think I fucked your brains out the minute you got home?”

My cheeks flushed as memories of past encounters flooded my mind.

“That was your choice, not mine.”

“From now on the only man you’re seen with is me.”

“It doesn’t work that way. You don’t get to dictate what I do. I’ve let you steamroll me for too long, and it stops now.”

“Is that right?”

I crossed my arms in front of me. “Did I stutter?”

“Listen carefully, Mrs. Camden.”

“Ms. Kumar,” I countered. “That’s my professional name.”

He walked forward, making me retreat until my back hit the wall. He cupped the back of my head while the other gripped my waist.

“You may be the boss here, but when we’re together we both know who’s in charge, and it isn’t you.”

My heartbeat accelerated, and my breath came out a little shallow.

“Then it’s time things changed. It doesn’t work anymore.”

“Is that so?” He pressed his hard cock against my abdomen.

“Yes.”

“Liar. I bet if I slipped my hand down your pants, I’d find you aroused and soaked for me.”

I licked my lips, and his eyes went to them, dilating.

Before he could lean down and kiss me, I heard from behind him, “Well hell. A federal judge and a high-profile attorney. Now it makes complete sense why you ditched me. You two send conflict of interest to a whole new level.”

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