Page 69 of Famous Last Words
When the elevator chimes, Robbie steps off first, but I hesitate, staring at his back. He turns, looking at me expectantly, but instead of saying anything, he slams his hand against the door, stopping it from closing and arches one brow. And I’ll be damned if it isn’t the hottest look I’ve ever been on the receiving end of.
“What are we doing?” I ask, cautiously stepping off.
Robbie turns left for his apartment door and punches in the code, holding it open without even looking at me. I walk inside, my stomach in my ass as I wait in the foyer, looking around the space that is lit only by the lights of the city shining in through the walls of glass.
“Your furniture arrived,” I say, scanning the items that weren’t here when I was in this very spot earlier today.
“Yep,” is all he says.
Frommy periphery, I see him move to a side table, offloading his keys and wallet, kicking off his sneakers and leaving them strewn on the floor, still nonchalant and cold, all while I remain stuck in place. But then as he walks past me, heading for the kitchen, I can’t hold it back any longer because frankly, I’m done playing whatever game this is.
“Robbie, this is fucking ridiculous. What the hell are we doing here?”
In a flash, so quick I almost miss it, Robbie spins around, his huge frame flanking me, forcing me back against the door, his hand wrapping around my throat, a seething, feral look in his eyes.
I stare up at him, momentarily terrified.
His hand tightens around my throat as he leans in even closer. “We’re gonna fuck and get it over with.”
CHAPTER 28
ROBBIE
Big blue eyes stare up at me, pretty red lips gaping. And man, I cannot wait to have those wrapped around my dick later.
I duck down, brushing my lips against her ear. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” I whisper, licking her lobe before pulling it between my teeth.
With a gasp, Fran shakes her head, and I smirk, tightening my hold of her throat just a touch.
“Who knew Fran fucking Keller liked it rough…” I whisper, dragging my nose along her jaw, breathing in her scent.
I trail my other hand down her body, following the curve of her hips and thighs before reaching the hem of her sexy ass skirt. Dragging my fingers up the inside of her thick thighs, I’m met with a whimper when I reach the apex. I pull back to get a good look at her, and Fuck. Me. Eyes glazed, breath panting, tits heaving.
I skim the lace edge of her panties. “You’re fucking desperate, aren’t you Keller?”
She says nothing, but the way she tilts her hips, seeking more contact from my fingers, tells me all I need to know. She’s more than fucking ready; I can smell her arousal.
“You want this?” I drag my finger across the front of her panties, a whisper of a touch feeling just how soaked she is.
Her eyes close as her head falls back against the door.
“You gonna be mydirty little slut?”
“Oh my God, yes…” she utters through a gasp.
I grin, knowing she gets off to that name. Nipping at her plump bottom lip, I swallow her moans as I pull the lace aside and toy with her slick pussy lips.
“You’re so wet,” I say with a teasing grin when she looks at me. “What’s got you so worked up, huh? Is it me? Or was it that fuckin’ asshole creeping all over you at the bar?”
She licks her lips, offering no more than a throaty groan when I purposefully graze her swollen clit with my knuckle.
“Tell me, Keller.” I steady her with a warning look, her dazed eyes working hard to focus on me. “Is your pussy wet because ofmeorhim?” I tighten my hold of her throat. And normally I would never take it this far, but she fucking likes it.
She cries out when I slip two fingers inside of her, pumping hard a few times.
“Tell me or else I’ll fucking stop,” I warn her. “Don’t. Test. Me.”
“You!” she shouts, her voice almost lost to the tight hold I have of her throat.
