Page 55 of My Grumpy Billionaire Protector

He wrenches his lips away and presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along my neck, and stops at my chest. His eyes travel up to my face as he takes one nipple in his mouth and tugs. I hiss, my hands curling around the sheets at my sides, and I arch my back. Using my legs, I push him closer, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me. It isn’t long before Shane’s mouth moves to my other nipple, leaving them both as hard as pebbles.

“Open your eyes, Evie,” Shane whispers, his voice low and husky, like butter sliding across my skin. “I want you to look at me.”

My eyes fly open, and I see the hunger I feel mirrored in his eyes. His lips descend upon mine, and he nibbles until I allow him access. Our tongues began a sensual dance while I writhe underneath him. Abruptly, he reaches for both of my arms and pins them up over my head, holding them in a vice like grip.

Holy shit.

With his other hand, he traces the inside of my thighs then nudges them open with his knees until he is settled between my legs. I glance down between us at his pulsing member and let out a deep throaty groan when he enters me with one thrust.

Shane keeps his grip on my arms while I wriggle and huff, sweat pooling on the back of my neck and forehead. As soon as I loosen, he eases out then slams back into me, eliciting a cry of pleasure.

“Fuck.” I bury my head in his neck and inhale. “Do that again.”

What the fuck are you doing, Evie? You hate him, remember?

Over and over, he slams into me until my hips rise up off the mattress, and I free my hands. I rake my fingers over his back and catch his hiss of surprise before his mouth comes up around my neck and he bites down, hard. Soon, the room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the smell of sweat.

At some point, I sit up so my back is pressed against the headboard. His legs are on either side of me, pumping steadily. Shane presses his hand over my mouth and buries his face in my neck, our muffled groans reverberating inside of my head.

I have no idea how long we stay like that, only that by the time we are done, we are both slick with sweat, panting, and unable to look each other in the eye.

SHANE

“What’s the matter with you?”

I glance up and give Cory a blank look. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been in a bad mood all day,” Cory complains before dropping onto the couch in front of me. He crosses one jean-clad leg over the other and raises an eyebrow. “Want to tell me who pissed you off?”

Myself.

I shake my head. “Nothing. I just think that the governor is dragging his feet. It’s his damn granddaughter for heaven’s sake. You’d think that would be enough motivation for him to get off his ass and do something. Fucking Isaiah shouldn’t have dragged us into this mess.”

“She getting on your nerves too?” Cory grimaces and gives me a sympathetic smile. “I know you said she’s hot, but she seems like a handful.”

I swallow past the lump in my throat. “She is.”

Yet, I can’t stop thinking about her.

Since I snuck out of her bed in the early hours of the morning, a long cold shower did little to chase away the image of Evie writhing beneath me. And hours later, I can still smell her floral perfume although I’ve scrubbed my skin raw.

For fuck’s sake, get yourself together.

Already, I find myself wanting to find her, using any excuse to draw her into a conversation. Fortunately, I manage to force myself into the room Cory, Pierce and I share and take up a spot near the window, trying to turn the matter over and over in my head.

We need to get out of here.

Shit.

Isaiah can’t keep us locked in here, manipulating us all like his puppets.

And I can’t keep pining over Evie like some lovestruck teenager.

I have a company to run and damage control to do.

Cory stands up, walks over to me, and slaps my back. “Don’t worry. It won’t be long before we’re done with her. We just have to hang in there.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

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