Page 45 of Reckless Harmony

“You really like her, don’t you?” Rayna said.

He refused to meet her gaze. “Are we done here, Ms. Abrams? Because I have work to do.”

She drifted closer to him, her urge to tease and torment him impossible to resist. “Isaac ‘I hate cats’ Stark is smitten with one.”

“I never said I hated cats.”

“It was implied.”

He sighed, staring down at her when she stopped in front of him. Molly butted her head against Rayna’s hand, and she petted her gently before grinning at Stark. “Admit it. You think Molly’s great.”

“She’s fine,” he said.

“Fine,” she said. “You demanded she get all the tests at the vet, which you paid for in full, then spent another thousand dollars on her this afternoon because she’s… fine.”

“It wasn’t a thousand,” he said.

She raised her eyebrows at him and was both delighted and floored when he blushed and mumbled, “It was eight hundred.”

“Huh,” she said. “So, I guess this means your heart isn’t completely dead and cold.”

His nostrils flared angrily. “You know nothing about me, Ms. Abrams, and your belief that I am a monster is entirely unfounded.”

“That’s fair.” God, he smelled good. Did he always smell this good? She inhaled deeply, her body lighting up in all the right ways at his good, clean scent. She studied his mouth, those firm lips she’d spent way too many hours thinking about how they might feel on her mouth, her breasts… her pussy.

Hot and heavy lust flooded her body, and her pussy began to ache with a dull throb. It wanted to be filled, stretched, teased. She leaned closer until her chest nearly brushed his.

“Ms. Abrams?” There was confusion in Stark’s gaze, but there was something else, too, wasn’t there? Something that suggested he felt the same damn pull she did.

You hate him, Rayna! Stop this!

She did hate him. He was an entitled asshole trying to bully her into selling her property. But he’d also paid for Molly’s care and Maeve’s and Mr. Magoo’s and the stray cat. And God, he was so fucking pretty, and it’d been so damn long since she’d gotten laid.

“I never said thank you for what you did on Saturday night,” she said. “Not just for helping me all night but for paying for Maeve and the others’ treatment, too.”

“You’re welcome.” Now, he was staring at her mouth.

Her nipples had turned to hard pebbles against her bra, and the deep throb in her pussy was impossible to ignore.

“Saying thank you doesn’t seem like enough,” she said.

His whole body twitched wildly, but his voice was steady enough when he said, “What did you have in mind?”

“What do you want?” She could hear the need in her voice.

Hot desire flooded his face. Holy shit… did he want her as much as she wanted him?

His big hand cupped her head, and she parted her lips when he rubbed his thumb across her mouth.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his fingers tightening against her skull. She licked his thumb with a quick, light stroke, stupidly desperate for a part of him, any part of him, inside of her.

His nostrils flared, and he pulled her toward him until her breasts touched his chest, and she could feel the hard bulge of his erection against her midsection. He bent his head, and she tilted her head to give him better access to her mouth as her pulse quickened in anticipation.

“Why the fuck haven’t you done something about that sparkle wallpaper? It’s a fucking eyesore. Also, why are you working from home? I stopped at the office, and they said you’d be working from home all week. Since when do you work from… what the hell?”

Stark pushed away from her so quickly that Rayna nearly fell on her face. He caught her upper arm in a hard grip and kept her upright before backing away to stand next to the bed. She turned, staring wide-eyed at the blond man standing in the doorway.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Jasper?” Stark rasped.

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