Page 63 of Arrogant Playboy

“You’re so wet.” I groan as my lips trail down along her collarbone. “You’re always so wet for me.”

“Sssh,” she hisses as if me voicing her most hidden desires annoys her. Fuck, the image of me doing this in front of an audience at The Paradise Club, them watching me finger fuck her while she’s thrashing against my hand has my dick throbbing in my pants. All the things I could do to her there has my hand moving quicker and quicker inside her. “You’re mine, Rosie. You can deny it all you want, but your pussy is mine.” Rosie grits her teeth as if to argue about it, but her cunt contracts around my fingers. “No one can make you come like I do.” She’s closed her eyes, and her head thrashes from side to side as my fingers pull everything from her. “Say it, Rosie. Say this cunt is mine.”

“No,” she quips, biting her lips.

My hand stills and she hisses. “You’re on the edge, Rose. I would hate to leave you unsatisfied, but I will if you don’t give me what I want.”

“No.” She says the word again, but this time it’s not as strong.

“I warned you.” I slip my fingers from her and a whine falls from her mouth as they leave her empty,wanting. Then I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste every last drop of her fromthem, those green eyes narrow on me. “You always taste so sweet,” I say with a grin. “Enjoy your night, Rosie.” I go to turn, but she reaches out and stops me.

“You’re seriously leaving me like this?” I shrug. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yes,” I say, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“You’ve worked me all up and are just leaving,” she says, waving her hands in the air.

“All you had to say was a couple of words.”

“That I didn’t mean,” she shouts at me.

“Oh, no, you would have meant them.”

“Fine, maybe I’ll find someone else to finish me off then,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest.

My fists ball inside my pockets, but I try to remain calm. “Good luck finding someone that can satisfy you like I can.”

“Anyone can,” she argues back.

I shrug. “Go ahead then and see.”

Rosie blinks a couple of times, surprised that I’m pushing her into the arms of another man. I know her, there is no way she is going to do what she suggests. She’s said many times before she isn’t a one-night stand kind of girl.

“You wouldn’t care if I took some guy home and fucked him?”

“Oh, I’d care. I’d want to rip his fucking dick off for touching you, but it’s your life.” She gives me an annoyed huff at my answer. “If you don’t need me to finish what I started then I’ll be on my way.” We glare at each other until I turn and walk away.

It kills me to.

24

DANIEL

From what I heard this morning from Emily around the breakfast table, Rosie got pretty drunk last night, and she didn’t go home with anyone. This eases the dread that I’ve had in the pit of my stomach the entire night, wondering if I may have pushed her too far and that she did something stupid to spite me. Thank goodness she turned to alcohol and not another man’s cock. After last night, Rosie and I need to talk, that’s why I’m arriving unannounced at her office.

“Hi, Adina, isn’t it? I’m here to see Miss Hunt,” I say to her assistant.

“Oh, Mr. DuPont, I don’t have you down for a meeting today,” her assistant states and I can hear the panic in her voice.

“I was in the area. I grabbed an extra couple of croissants and coffees because I thought Miss. Hunt might need it after last night, heard it was a big one.” Adina’s eyes widen at my remark. “My brother and her best friend are together and live with me,” I whisper that last bit as if it’s a secret between Adina and me. She nods. “Wanted to have a chat about the Kent project now that we both have the time.”

“Yes, of course. Give me one moment.” She picks up her phone and calls Rosie. “Hi, I have a Mr. DuPont here for you.”

“Fuck,” I hear Rosie curse down the phone which makes me grin. “Send him in,” she says, not sounding happy about me being here.

“You can go in,” Adina states happily, pretending she didn’t hear her boss curse out the client. Rosie must be busy as the blinds to her office are pulled. I don’t even bother knocking and open the door.

“Good morning,” I say, greeting her warmly.

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