Page 20 of Room Twenty-Three: Tangled & Teased

“No, go away. I’m an idiot,” she whimpers.

“I’m six feet two and nearly two hundred pounds of muscle. I know I can push you off the door in a second. But I don’t want to.” I wait, but she stays where she is. “We need to talk. Now open the door, princess and let me see you. I know you want me like I want you. I saw it in your eyes.”

I don’t know where the fuck princess comes from. But it is better than Atty calling her baby girl.

She’s too young, and she’s a client.Jove’s voice rings in my head.

I no longer give a fuck.

The pressure on the door releases and I push it slowly, not wanting to alarm her with any sudden movements.

Our eyes lock. There’s a storm in her green globes as she stares at me. My eyes peer from her head to her toes, and back up, over her womanly hips, her narrow waist, her voluptuous tits. She is something to behold.

She is so fucking mine.

She shifts as she notices my perusal of her body. Her eyes lowering as though she’s ashamed of her curves.

“You’re not an idiot. You’re beautiful, and we don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Her eyes shift to mine again, before lowering to stare at my chest.

“Look at me,” I say.

She chews the inside of her cheek as her eyes jump to mine. “You think I’m beautiful?”

I take her shoulders and spin her until she is facing the mirror. “What don’t you see? Because I see a beautiful girl staring back at me.”

“Beau—” she murmurs and closes her eyes.

“Turn around and kiss me?” I growl into her ear.

Her eyes open wide as she stares into the mirror ahead. I’m still holding her shoulders as I inhale the berry smell of the scent of her shampoo.

I lower my mouth and kiss her shoulder, her neck, the side of her cheek. “Turn around princess.”

She gasps as I kiss the corner of her mouth as she stares at me. “You want to kiss me?”

I consider her words for a moment. For some weird reason, she is lacking in confidence.

“Yeah. I do. I want to kiss you. But only if you want to kiss me,” I declare.

Her eyes are wide, but no words come out. I want her to be the confident, sassy girl that asked three men to take her into a room at Club Sin. The one who swayed her ass as she strolled toward us. We did that. Why can’t Jove see what Atty and I see?

I turn her around. Lifting her chin with my finger. The moment she tries to lower her head, I hold her face in my hands and look into her eyes. “Yes I do,” I say. “I want to do lots of things for you.”

Not knowing where my words come from, I’m normally the silent type, but I’ll keep talking because I know she likes what she hears.

The truth.

Not that she believes it yet.

“Oh,” she whimpers. Her body relaxes, and she becomes pliant in my hands.

I pick her up, her hands press on my arms as I carry her to the bed, not letting her go as she sits on the edge of the mattress. My palms splayed on the bed on each side of her ass. Our faces are closer now and her tits are heaving as she wonders what the hell is going on. But she isn’t screaming for help, and she isn’t trying to run away.

Her eyes stare from mine to my lips, like she is waiting, hungry for me as I am for her. Her throat ripples as she swallows, before her pink tongue probes from her mouth, licking across her lips, and I want it in my mouth. There’s an unmistakable attraction between us. It’s like we are two magnets getting ready to merge. And I want to fuse with her. Not just our lips.

I’m searching her face as my hand slides up her arm, my fingertips feeling the silkiness of her skin. Sweet moans leave her lips as my fingers reach her bare shoulders, touching the tiny freckles that scatter across her pale flesh. The same freckles that dot cutely across her nose.

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