Page 31 of My Best Friend's Grump Brother

A green angry monster reared it’s ugly head in the middle of my chest.

She continued to shamelessly flirt with him and he did nothing to push her away.

Screw this.

I dropped from my seat and downed the remainder of my drink. I was still too sober if this man was still managing to get under my skin.

I stormed toward the bathrooms my body heated with rage. I didn’t know who exactly I was mad at. Was it him? Me? Her? I didn’t even know anymore. All I knew was that Daniel Sinclair did a number on my mind and I needed to get him out.

I was about to close the door when a hand shot out, pushing the door in. Daniel filled the space, the bathroom becoming that much smaller from him being inside.

“Get out,” I hissed. The last place I wanted to be was confined in a small space with him.

“Jealousy is unbecoming, Selena.” The bastard looked amused.

I scoffed, “Jealous? Of you? Please, you and the little blonde bimbo can have at it.”

He locked the door and took a step toward me already closing the small distance between us. I betrayed myself by taking a step back. My back met the cool tiles of the wall, and I froze.

“It’s cute you try to deny it. But we both know that you are soaking for me right now.” This was new for him. He was never this crass on an ordinary day.

“Please,” I gulped trying to feign the confidence I didn’t have at the current time. “You wish you could have a woman like me in your bed. But unfortunately for you, I’m all tapped out for charity work this year.”

He took one more menacing step, and the distance between us was all but gone. He placed each of his hands on the side of my head, his large form towering over me.

Daniel pressed my back into the wall, our mouths only mere inches from each other as he came in closer. All I needed to do was lean an inch or two forward, and I would be kissing him.

My body was a buzz, the electricity coursing through my veins. My hands stayed glued to my sides even though I wanted nothing more than to grab hold of the nape of his neck and pull him toward me.

Heat poured into my core, and all I could feel was the heat, the burning fire that had been set alight the very day I met this man.

“Oh?” his lips were inches away from mine. “You don’t want me? I’m sure if I just stick my finger in between your legs, I will find you fucking dripping.”

I gulped, trying to keep my emotions in check. “You wish Sinclair. I’m nothing but bone—oh shit.” I hissed the words out, biting down on my bottom lip.

He slid his hand up my dress and flicked his finger against my slickness causing the sensitive bud of my clit to tick. My lips throbbed, the aching in my pussy only intensifying. I widened my legs to give him a better feel.

He removed his finger and and showed me the wetness that coated his finger. Then he did the unthinkable and licked his finger clean until all my wetness disappeared- replaced by his saliva.

“Bone dry?” He cocked his eyebrow at me, “Your dripping pussy would beg to differ. It’s not good to lie, Abrams. It’s unbecoming.”

Did he—oh I wanted to kick him in the balls.

“Screw you, Sinclair.” I seethed.

“You wish you could.” He dipped his head low, his mouth brushing against the sensitive spot on the side of my neck. Chills ran down my spine at the closeness. “But the question is…would you be able to take what I have to offer?”

Not only was this man toying with me, but he was torturing me with his touch. I was ashamed to say that I yearned for it to continue. I wanted him to plunge his finger inside of my pussy and finger fuck me until I was nothing but a puddle in his hands.

“Don’t try to start something you can’t finish, Daniel.” I tried to make my tone even but the breathlessness in my voice betrayed me.

He pressed his lips on the side of my neck, causing yet another shiver to come down my spine. I hated how reactive my body was to his. I hated how he knew just how much of an effect he had on me.

Suddenly, his warm breath was sliding down my neck to my chest and he got on one knee.

“Oh, Danny, don’t you think it’s a little early in our relationship for you to propose to me?” I teased.

Without taking his eyes off mine, he lifted my dress. As much as I tried to fight it, I was putty in this man’s hands.

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