“To talk.” I narrow my eyes. “Now.”
“Don’t make me make a scene in front of your friends.”
“I thought you said they were leeches.”
“Let go of me.”
“After we talk.” I lead her through the crowd and into the library, locking the door behind us.
“Harrison, what the hell is going on?—”
“What the fuck are you doing?” I growl, crowding her back against the bookshelves.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m speaking your language, sweetheart.” I plant my hands beside her head. “What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?”
“I was having a good time—until now.”
“Do you even know who you were talking to?”
“Someone who doesn’t act like he owns me.”
“Wrong answer. That was Sloan Beckham.”
“Can I go back to him now?”
“He’s the exact type of guy you hate. He’ll sweet talk you, fuck you, then brag about it to his friends and podcast listeners by tomorrow night.”
“So… just like you?”
“I’ve never bragged about a woman I’ve slept with.”
“I’m sure they haven’t bragged either.” She shrugs. “Maybe Iwantto fuck him—especially since it’s the only way I’ll get laid in this city.”
“You just learned how to come, sweetheart,” I hiss. “And it was with me. So stop pretending otherwise.”
“We’re leaving this party,” I say. “This isn’t a debate.”
“I’ll leave when I’m ready.”
“I’m not asking.” My voice drops. “You don’t have a choice.”
“How much do you want to bet?”
“Try me.”
Without thinking, I crash my mouth to hers—hard, punishing, possessive. The kiss steals whatever protest she had left and replaces it with a desperate moan.
Her palms slam against my chest, but when I crowd her body and deepen the kiss, she grabs my shirt instead—pulling me in with fingers that tremble with rage and want.
She tastes like champagne and fury, and I’m drunk on both.
She bites my lip. I bite hers harder.
I spin her around and press her into the shelves, making the wood creak. Books tumble beside her shoulders, some crashing to the floor in heavy thuds, but neither of us flinches. I’m already hiking up the hem of her dress.
She wraps her arms around my neck and yanks me back into her mouth, panting between kisses.