Page 101 of Rush of Jealousy

“What are you doing?” I snap.

“Being the bad boy you crave.”

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“For fucks’ sake, Angie. I am going to teach you a lesson about tempting me in public. For one, I don’t give a flying fuck about right and wrong. And second, to prove my point, I am going to take you—hard—in a temperature controlled room with barrels of aging wine. Standing up.”

I gulp and look around the room. There are stacks of oak barrels with years stamped on the sides that house the wide range of award-winning wine. The room is dimly lit, and it appears we have total privacy. Several sawhorses are set up with wooden boards resting across the top. Power tools and carpentry supplies are scattered about the perimeter.

Graham stalks me with his eyes, and I inch backward infinitesimally, putting the barest distance between us. I am sexually charged, and I want him. But I want to make sure he follows through, and teasing him seems to get him to loosen the reins on his control.

I bolt away as fast as my shoes will allow, knocking over the wooden plank that is leaning against a pillar. “Have to catch me first,” I giggle. I make it a few more feet before I am flipped midair and hauled backward against the smooth wood of a barrel.

“You are such a tease.”

Graham bites my neck and then moves to my lips to suck them dry. My legs wrap around his waist, and the skirt accommodates the span of his hips. With one hand on my ass, he uses his other to unbutton and unzip his fly with ease. I pull my lips from his and kiss his neck as I run my nails along his spine. His fingers pull my panties to the side as he lifts my hips higher. He pulls me down onto him and slides right into home base. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. Instead, he pushes his weight against me and bends his knees before lifting up—pinning me with his cock against a wine barrel.

It is dirty. Gritty. Every cell in my body is exploding with pleasure and worshipping this man who takes no prisoners and breaks every rule.

“Is this how you want me? Losing control? Fucking you hard against a wooden barrel?”

I try to arch my back to take him deeper. “Hell yes!”

And that is what he does. He continues to thrust upward, each time pushing me farther up the smooth wooden surface.

It is wild. It is raw. It is heaven.

I come screaming his name and him mine. I flop into his arms, completely spent. Sweat beads on my forehead, despite the room feeling chilly.

Graham tries to pull back so he can look into my eyes, but I just clutch on tighter to his upper body. “Are you okay?”

I exhale. “That was amazing.”

He kisses me on top of the head, refastens his trousers, and fixes my skirt into place—all while I am still wrapped around him. “Don’t wash me away. I want you to ooze out for the rest of the evening while we make friendly conversation with the local folk.”

I swallow the spit pooling in my mouth. I am pretty sure I can already feel him seeping out of me. The scrap of panties I am wearing will not be able to withstand the volume.

“Do you want me to carry you like this out or do you want to walk?”

I am not sure I can even move, but I whisper, “walk,” anyway.

Graham sets me down gently and we make our way hand in hand toward the door. He comes to a halt, and I look up at him with confusion. A scowl appears on his face, and he reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out his phone, answering it. He then turns all business in his demeanor and tone after a minute of silence.

“I want someone on him twenty-four seven,” he demands. “I don’t care the cost. Well, then hire another person!”

I watch as Graham struggles to keep control in front of me. His eyes move to mine, and the heat behind his gaze warms my insides.

“And you provide protection round the clock as well until it is determined what his true motive is. I have my theories, yes. Put every available person on it. I trust you to do what is needed. We are leaving tomorrow, yes. We will connect in person then.”

He ends the call and runs his fingers through his wayward hair.

“Everything okay?” I ask dumbly after he slips his phone back into his pocket.

“Tell me everything you know about a Paul Sutterland.”

It is in this moment that my heart stops. I am sure Graham can be perceptive enough to see the absolute fear in my eyes. I think fast at what would appease him, knowing that coming clean now would only put my entire research article at risk. If Graham knows what my end goal is, he will just try to sabotage me—just like he did with my escort job.

“He’s a frat boy who works at the Campus Smoothie Cafe. I didn’t even know his last name until now.”

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