Page 79 of Big Bad Bully
I curl my lip. “Ugh.”
“What? I thought you’d take that as a compliment.”
“I don’t drink weak-ass martinis. Shaken, not stirred,” I mock. “Please.”
“Whatever. We make a good team.”
“Yeah, Silver, we do.” We share a grin, and it does something peculiar to my chest. “But now you owe me.”
“Excuse me? You’re the one who decided you were going to tag along as my date.”
“You’re lucky I did. You couldn’t have pulled this off without me. What were you going to do if you were caught?” I put some force in my voice, trying to get her to see the seriousness of the situation.
She lifts one shoulder in a lazy shrug. “Play dumb.”
“Yeah,” I snort. The image of Aubrey trying to act clueless makes me want to laugh despite myself. “That never would have worked.”
“Excuse me?” She sits up, looking outraged. “I can pretend to be ditzy.”
“No one would ever believe it. You needed me, admit it.”
She shakes her head, muttering to herself.
I put my hand on her calf and slide it up to her knee. “You owe me.”
“Oh really?” She raises a brow, but I catch the quiver in her voice.
“Nothing comes free.” I slide my hand up further. Her skin is silky and warm, and when she parts her legs a little, her heady scent hits me and sends me reeling.
“Wrong, Billy Billions. The best things in life are free.” And with a foxy smile, she puts her hand on the front of my tuxedo pants. My cock throbs under her touch.
“Careful…” My breath hisses between my teeth as she rubs her palm along the ridge of my erection. She’s in dangerous territory. My wolf is on edge. He wants me to pin her down and ravage her. Wear her out and keep her in my bed, so she’ll never do anything so dangerous again.
She leans in, letting her braids trail over my upper torso while she bears down, rubbing me harder. It’s perfect until she says, “Maybe this is how I would’ve gotten out of a tight situation. Did you ever think of that?”
Instantly, my brain goes there, giving me an image of Aubrey playing seductress with a security guard. I bite back a snarl. “Anyone who touches you, loses that hand.”
Her eyes widen a moment. Her gaze searches mine, as if she’s wondering where that intensity came from. I don’t care how possessive that sounded. I mean every word.
After a moment of hesitation, she smirks. “Jealous?”
Before I think, I’ve moved, pulling her across my lap. She gasps, and I smack her perfect ass. “No one touches you. I mean it.”
Her dark chuckle tells me she’s into it. “And if I touch them?”
“I punish you.” But she’s punishing me, torturing me with thoughts of her with other men.
I rub her bottom over the dress, getting lost in the sensation of the firm muscle under my palm, her weight pressing on my dick. I slide my hand under her dress, seeking her softness, her heat. We both sigh when I find it, pulling the slender gusset of her G-string aside. She’s dripping wet.
“No one else. This” –I stroke her lightly– “belongs to me.”
She’s limp over my lap, too focused on the movement of my fingers to argue. And I’m suddenly desperate. I need her to be safe. I need her to be mine.
What the hell am I doing?
“Promise me, Aubrey. No more breaking into server rooms. Or anything reckless like that.”
“I make no promises.”
