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Out of the corner of my eye, I see Evan staring, a challenge sparking in his gaze. It’s a dare. Kiss Eli, be prepared to suffer the consequences. Seconds feel like hours, as I move closer to Eli’s lips. Evan’s expression shifts from smug amusement to pure anger. I smirk.
I turn my focus back to Eli, ready to press my lips to his…
But I’m ripped away just before I make contact.
Chapter 29
Evan
“Excuse us,Elijah,I need a word with my assistant.” I growl, fury burning through my veins, making my whole body vibrate.
“Get off me,” the little brat hisses, trying to yank herself out of my grip.
Elijah, the brave bastard, steps forward, ready to intervene. My eyes narrow. One look makes him freeze on the spot. “Take another step and you’ll be swimming back to the harbor.”
Eli swallows, clearly weighing the pros and cons of being the hero.
The brat saves him the trouble, when she murmurs. “It’s okay, Eli. I’m fine. I’ll catch you later.”
Without another word, I drag Anais inside and down to the lower decks. We need privacy for this. Maybe even a bed, so I can remind her exactly who she’s fucking with.
“What the hell is wrong with you,” she screeches, as I haul her ass into a bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us.
I turn to face her, jaw tight. I immediately soften my expression when she instinctively takes a step back. I inhale, willing myself to find a calm I don’t feel.
“What the fuck was that?” I bark, making her jump.
So much for calm.
But what does she expect? The image of her, those soft, pouty lips, not even an inch from that asshole, is seared into my brain. I can’t unsee it. The undisguised lust in his eyes… a red mist coats my vision. Fuck.
Anais straightens, lilac eyes spitting fire. “You don’t get to tell me who I can kiss.” She snaps, planting her hands on her hips. My eyes rake over every curve, the way the dressclings to her body, highlighting every perfect inch of her. She’s a fucking vision.
I shake my head, focusing on the issue at hand. Eli. Anais. Thealmostkiss.
Closing the distance between us, my fingers gently wrap around her throat, stroking the pulse point in her neck. She gasps, eyes wide, chest rising. She swallows, but she doesn’t pull away. No. My brat likes my dominance. Lust fills her expression. My cock hardens. I shake my head. Focus.
“I do when it comes tohim.” I hiss, dipping my head until there’s barely an inch between us. “He works for me. You work for me. Did you forget about the no-fraternization policy?”
She laughs, the sound mocking. My jaw clenches. I already know what’s coming. “But it’s fine for you to kiss me, for you to fing–” her breath hitches, cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.
Sweet little innocent Anais can’t even say the words.
I smirk, goading her. “Go on. Use your adult words, Anais.”
“For you to f-f-f” she stammers. Straightening her spine, she inhales, collecting herself. “Finger me in your office.” Her voice is just above a whisper. “Where was the policy then, huh?” she glares.
I run my nose across her cheek, smiling when she inhales sharply. Her body trembles against me. Images of her trembling as she came on my fingers, flicker in my mind. Jesus Christ. My mouth drops to her ear. “You seemed willing enough. And anyway, I’m the fucking boss. It doesn’t apply to me.”
It’s my arrogance speaking, but fuck, it’s the truth.
I breathe in her intoxicating floral scent. Like a hit of the most powerful drug, it goes straight to my head. I’m not surewhen it happened – and God knows I’ve tried to resist, to keep my distance – but Anais is quickly becoming my addiction.
She shivers, as I run my nose across the soft skin of her throat, coating my nostrils with her scent.
“What’re you doing?” she breathes.
My tongue darts out, licking a trail up her neck. I bite down on her erratic pulse point softly, then suck the sting away. Her chest heaves so violently, that with every breath her breasts brush against my shirt. I groan. The effect I have on her is a fucking aphrodisiac. I’m hard as a rock.
