Page 113 of Point of Contention

Mina’s eyes cut to me, then she focused on the conference room and strode toward it without saying a word.

Rylan, however, remained just a foot from the elevator, as if she might retreat back into it at any moment. But as soon as I met her gaze—angry as it was—tension seeped from my shoulders.

She crossed her arms over her chest and glared up at me, one eyebrow raised in question.

“I can explain.”

She laughed mirthlessly. “Well, let’s fucking hope so.” She moved forward then, and I breathed out a breath as she came toward me. “You could have warned me that Mina was going to be here,” she whispered angrily, then motioned to the black yoga pants and pale blue tank-top she wore, her eyes wide. “It’s the only outfit I had at your house.”

Actually, Rylan had Saturday night’s black dress and my favorite corset at my house, but I wasn’t about to correct her when she was pissed at me. I tilted my head and let my gaze travel over her, admiring the way her tank-top dipped low in the center, the way her pants were snug around her hips and thighs before flaring out below the knees.

“Cabot.”

Lifting my eyes back to meet hers, I said, “I think you look incredible.” I closed the distance between us in two long strides, then pulled her into my arms and lowered my face to hers. Taking advantage of her quick intake of air, I slanted my mouth over her lips, then drove into her with long, sweeping strokes of my tongue.

Rylan whimpered and opened her mouth to allow me more access, matching each stroke of my tongue with one of her own and driving her fingers through my hair. I slid my hand down to her ass, squeezing to remind her of the brands I’d left on her body just two nights ago and she moaned into my mouth. I tugged her tighter against me as my cock sprang to life between us.

Then I pulled back.

The kiss had been a reminder—that she could be dressed in a paper sack and I’d still want to fuck her six ways from Sunday. It was also a reminder for the women gathered in the conference room behind me. Rylan was mine, and I was hers, and that was the end of the fucking story.

But we didn’t have time to let it last as long as we’d like. I had a shitstorm on my hands and needed to begin planning my counterattack.

Rylan’s eyes were dark, pupils blown out with lust, and she was breathless as she stared up at me.

I smirked, then I whispered, “Lest they ever forget whom you belong to.”

“We should probably remind them again.” Her lips curved into a devilish smile. “Frequently.”

Returning her smile, I jerked my head toward the offices behind me. “Come.”

“Kiss me like that again, and I just might.”

Chuckling, I said, “Tempting.”

“Wait.” She craned her neck to look past me. “You saidthem—”

Ah fuck.“I can explain.”

She looked up at me with fire in her eyes. “Oh, it better be some explanation, Cabot.”

“It is. I promise.” I squeezed her hand again. “Now, will you come to my office willingly or do I have to throw you over my shoulder?”

Her eyes narrowed, but even amidst her anger I could see the debate warring in her head. My filthy-minded goddess would prefer me to throw her over my shoulder, of course she would, but this wasn’t the time or place.

“Come on.” I resumed walking and she came willingly, but I didn’t miss the way she stood taller as we passed the conference room, holding her shoulders back and looking straight ahead, ignoring the women inside. Her chin jutted out as she tilted her head back in that sexy way of hers, and her pride made my cock twitch in my pants, already alert from the heat of that kiss.

I might just lock her inside my office and fuck her until life made sense again.

As soon as we stepped inside, Rylan reached behind me and shut the door, then locked it.

I raised my eyebrows and she raised hers right back.

Then she dropped to her knees and reached up to begin unlatching my belt.

“What are you doing?”

She rolled her lips to keep from smiling as her hand stilled on my belt buckle. “For someone so bright…”

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