Page 16 of My Arrogant Millionaire

I rolled my eyes. »You’re so off the mark. But okay, stick to your false knowledge; I won’t be able to change your mind anyway.«

At that moment, my front doorbell rang, and my heart did a somersault. I immediately looked over at Baron’s apartment, but it was empty.

»You wanted to run with the big dogs; now you have to face the fight,« said Will.

»It was a stupid idea, wasn’t it?«

Will nodded. »Pretty stupid. But you can’t change it now.« He shoved the last bite of his filet into his mouth, got up, and grabbed his jacket. »You’ll manage on your own, right?«

»Of course,« I said, although I wasn’t sure if I really meant it.

As I pulled open the front door, Baron stood before me. He wore casual jeans, a relaxed black long-sleeve shirt, and his gaze took my breath away. Surprised, I flinched back and bumped into Will. He gripped my shoulders and leaned forward to give me a kiss on the cheek. »Call later,« he whispered, and I nodded dazedly.

»Hey, man,« said Will to Baron, but he didn’t even bother to look at him. His eyes were focused solely on me. Unblinking. Instantly, the longing I had felt throughout the entire past week crashed down upon me. Will was right. It did bother me that Baron had just left. Far too much.

Will disappeared into the elevator, and finally, I could break free from my stupor. »What do you want here? Did you forget something?« I asked as snappishly as I could, considering the mere scent of Baron dangerously intensified the pulsing deep within me.

»Yes, quite a few things.« His voice was rough, hoarse, and resolute.

I took a step back and nodded toward the interior. He stepped towards me and walked so close past me that his shoulder gently brushed mine. With trembling fingers, I closed the door and turned around, but Baron had already grabbed me and pushed me against the nearest free wall.

A gasp escaped my lips as I looked up at him and he tightly encased my body with his own. »Who was he?« he growled, and I let out a single laugh.

»That’s none of your damn business.«

He flashed a brief, wolfish smile. His hands ran through my hair and clenched into fists. The slight tugging on my scalp drove me wild with desire.

»You’re dating multiple men at the same time?« he asked menacingly calm.

»You just took off; I don’t owe you an answer. You made it clear we’re not seeing each other right now.«

He pressed his thigh between my legs, which I had to part slightly. My skirt slid up a bit, exposing the edge of my thigh-high stockings. As Baron realized this, a guttural moan escaped him. »I tried to forget you. For a whole week, I lied to myself. That I don’t want you anymore and that I don’t go crazy when I see you here every day.« His voice was dark and rough, brushing against my body and soul, making both sigh.

»And what I want doesn’t interest you? It never has, has it?« He licked his lower lip, and his eyes traveled from my lips back to mine. I could barely breathe as his intense gaze met mine. »I just admitted to lying to myself. Can you do that too, Goldilocks?«

Yes, he was right. My desire to feel him and have him close was far greater than I was willing to admit to myself. He increased the pressure of his thigh, and without being able to stop it, my body began to rub against him. His hand slid to the nape of my neck, holding me firmly while I couldn’t stop moving against the rough fabric of his jeans. »Damn, you’re so hot, so incredibly beautiful. Get it, baby, go on.«

With one hand on my neck and the other on my hip, he guided me, making my movements faster until my panting turned into a soft moan. Longing burned in my veins, pure lust to climax through Baron. »You’re an arrogant asshole,« I gasped between my moans. The grin reappeared on his lips, driving me out of my mind. My body craved every single one of his touches, and I hated him a little for it. »I should have left you drunk in the elevator.«

»Yeah, that would have been better,« he whispered and pressed his mouth to my neck, licking and kissing his way across my overstimulated skin while my core continued to ride his leg, chasing after a trembling climax. He pulled away from me and looked deeply into my eyes. I swallowed at the intensity of his gaze, and my heart raced in my chest. »I’m sorry. I behaved like shit. But I can’t promise I won’t do it again in the future. I can only promise you this one night, where I’ll take care of you like you belong to me.«

His rough whisper sent waves through my body. At that moment, my lower abdomen tightened violently, and I came with a muffled scream. Finally, he pressed his lips to mine, kissing me hungrily and wildly, as if that alone would keep him alive. My orgasm subsided, and he lifted me while I wrapped my legs around his hips. »Bedroom! Now,« I gasped, and Baron grinned against my mouth. No matter what I told myself, I needed him more desperately than anything else. I could still lick my wounds and defend my pride tomorrow.

11

Baron

I took my time. My body screamed at me to rip this hot dress off her, but my mind knew that this might be my only chance to have her. Deep, hard, tender, and in every imaginable way I had conjured in my wicked thoughts.

Even though the unknown had torn me apart inside, in this moment it didn’t matter who the guy had been. All that mattered was the way she looked at me. Like she didn’t look at anyone else. Longing and so deep that I felt like she could see directly into my depraved soul.

I took a step toward her. She stood in front of the bed, and I could feel her excitement. Slowly, I lowered my lips, embraced her neck, and kissed her. My tongue lazily stroked hers, and she responded to my kiss with a rough sigh that made my entire body vibrate. I felt the heat radiating from her and knew I would burn my fingers. Perhaps I would burn more on her than she would on me.

My hands eagerly wandered, tracing her soft curves along her side, her waist, and down to her thighs. She gasped for air as I gathered the fabric upward and slid towards her inner thighs. She clung to me, her fingernails digging deep into my shirt as I gently touched the hem of her panties.

»Is that good?« I whispered, and she nodded, her gaze dazed.

»More,« she whispered, pressing herself against my palm. She was perfect and just as crazy about me as I was about her. No matter how many times we tried to convince ourselves otherwise, I had never felt such an enormous attraction before. »More, please,« she begged again, but I didn’t do her that favor yet. I withdrew my hands, and she sighed in frustration before I slipped my thumb under the neckline of her dress and touched the small, hard bud that tightened a little more firmly under my finger.

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