Page 107 of Intense
FINN
Idust off my shirt and close the distance between us.
“You can’t just go around attacking people in public places, Dr. Quinn. It’s very unprofessional. Imagine if I told the board.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up those full breasts I’m dying to bite. One final step and she’s backed into the wall. I press my hand just above her head, inhaling the faint scent of sweat and sweetness clinging to her skin.
I came here on a whim. She didn’t speak to me at work, and I had a sneaky suspicion she’d run here after her shift. I think this place is a relief of some sort for her.
“Go ahead,” I murmur. “I’ll follow up with my own report, temptress. I’m sure they’d love to hear about your extracurriculars. Cardiac surgeon by day, stripper by night.”
She inhales sharply.
Too easy.
I tuck a stray strand of her wig behind her ear. “Nothing to say, love?”
Seeing her dance for another man nearly shattered my restraint. I hated it. Hated how much I wanted to rip him away from her. I grab her left hand and find it bare. No ring. Again.
“Keep going out without them, and I’ll tattoo them on you,” I mutter.
Her eyes narrow into slits. “Don’t be a creep. This wedding thing—it isn’t real.”
She tips her chin up, all defiant. But all it does is bring her closer. Lips nearly brushing. Tempting. So fucking tempting. I know she’s still aching for me. Still throbbing from what I didn’t finish.
“It is very fucking real, love. Now, I suggest you go straight to Paulie and hand in your resignation. Because my wife doesn’t strip. And as your boss, I need you sharp on shift.”
That last part isn’t the truth. She’s flawless at her job. But I don’t care. I just don’t want any other man seeing what’s mine.
I drag my fingers along her tattoo. Maybe it’s time she met Nyx. I wonder how she’d react.
“You think I’d quit just for you? You have no power over me.”
I nod, breathing in as her hands press against my chest. I brace for recoil. For disgust. But it doesn’t come. Her touch calms something in me, and that’s what makes it dangerous.
I grab her wrists and lift them above her head, pinning them to the wall.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. You’d be surprised how freeing it is to submit to me. The places I could take you... the things I could make you feel. You give me control, and I’ll give you the world. You’ve already had a little taste.”
I tsk, nudging her thighs apart with my own. Her breath stutters. Her chest rises and falls like she’s already begging.
“But you’re too damn stubborn to see it now, aren’t you?”
She licks her lips, and I nearly groan.
“It would be terrible,” she breathes.
I dip closer. She tilts her neck for me, and I drag my tongue along her throat.
“So terrible,” I whisper, my free hand roaming over her curves.
She parts her legs wider as I hover my mouth over hers. But I don’t kiss her. I let the tension simmer.
My hand stops at her panties.
“If I find out you’re wet right now, I’ll know you’re lying. And I don’t like liars. One chance, temptress; would it really be so bad to submit to me?”
I pull back slightly, watching. Her pupils dilate. Her lips part.
