Page 76 of Sinful Desires
His fingers moved across his screen without looking up. “No. Your father is.”
A dry laugh slipped out. “Semantics.”
“Reality.”
“My last offer still stands, by the way.”
If you want to play daddy?…
He ran his tongue across his teeth and finally looked at me. The stare was low, unreadable, and dirty enough to make my spine curl. “Careful,” he said. “You’ll start to sound desperate.”
I tilted my head. “Thought that was your kink.”
His eyes stayed on the screen, without even a flicker of reaction.
Maybe Kiara was right. Maybe Iwasstill drunk from last night. Or maybe I’d just gone completely insane. But it had been too fucking long.
I missed the feeling of a man grabbing me like he didn’t care if it bruised. Hands rough on my thighs, teeth on my neck, spit-slick kisses dragged down my stomach. I missed being bent over, pinned down, legs shaking from being used. Sweat, filthy moans, someone groaning my name while they came inside me.
Fuck it.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and stood. Walking around the table, I shut his laptop.
He leaned back in his seat.
I stepped between his legs and lowered myself into his lap. My fingers curled into the hem of his hoodie, dragging it up an inch. “Do you have kinks, soldier?”
His hands gripped the armrests. Hard. Knuckles white, like he was holding himself back from something he wasn’t ready to admit.
I moved slower, dragging the hem of his hoodie up inch by inch, teasing it past the waistband to reveal the black shirt underneath, tight across his stomach, warm under my palm.
My fingers had barely grazed his skin when his hand snapped around my wrist. He pulled me closer. My free hand landed flat on his chest to keep from falling against him. His face was right there. Close enough I could count the lashes over those grey eyes that rarely blinked.
“I don’t fuck desperate women, Miss Harper.”
His gaze cut through me, clean and slow. “Especially not the kind who need pills and booze just to feel alive.”
Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.
“Now, get the fuck off.” He shoved my wrist off him like my touch disgusted him.
Then he looked at me,finally, and it was the kind of look you give something crawling under your shoe. “Go beg for attention from James Carter. Maybe flash a little skin and pop another pill. It’s the only time anyone listens to you anyway.”
James Carter?Why would he say that?
I didn’t move. Couldn’t. The words hit too fast, too sharp. Whatever stupid little thing I was about to say died in my throat. So, I did the only thing I could think of.
I stood up and reached for my water, tossing the whole glass on him, ice and all.
“Just to cool you off, LeRoy,” I said, my voice tight, teeth clenched. “Wouldn’t want your ego to melt the plane.”
I hadn’t cried. Not until the bathroom door had locked behind me.
It’d been two months now. No talking, no looking, nonothingunless it was work, and even then it was clipped and cold, like we were strangers. I’d been avoiding him like it was a sport. Wouldn’t even breathe in his direction. But he was still everywhere.
On my mind. In my fucking head.
I’d catch a glimpse of his back or hear the way his boots hit the floor and my brain would short-circuit.
