Page 71 of My Shameless Angel

“No, you are definitely not sorry. You like to torture me, Miss Ellis.” She grinds into my groin once again and slips her little hand down to wrap her fingers around my growing erection. I can’t help the groan coming out. “You are so evil, Kitten. So fucking evil.”

The little vixen already knows what’s coming and tries to run away from me, but I’m faster, and I grab her from behind, lifting her up.

“Landon, we can’t miss work today. You have an important interview at eleven.”

Shit, I really do need to be at Fashion Linc today.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not getting my fill of her, either.

“Shower.”

“What?”

“Point me in the direction of your shower,” I say and follow her instructions, dropping her off at a cupboard size of a bathtub, turning the water on, and stepping in with her.

“Um, Lan? There is no way we can fit in here together,” she says.

“Wanna bet?” I wink and wrap myself around her, squeezing us tight together while hot steam fills the space around us. My cock finds his way around, and I drive into my happy place in one thrust.

“Fuck…Landon…” and fuck we do almost until all the hot water is out.

In this tiny shower, we have to stand close enough that soap is shared between our bodies as they rub off one another. Somehow, we manage to wash each other without getting dirty all over again, and I wrap her body in a plush white towel and carry her back to our room.

Our room. Jesus, Landon, do you hear yourself.

But when I am with my Lexi, I forget about all the shit in my life, I forget about the hell I live in back home, I forget that I am thirty-five years old instead of her youthful twenty-two.

My little Alexandra makes me feel again.

I watch as she dries off and puts her clothes on. I watch as she gets ready for the day, and I want it. I want it all.

I want lazy morning sex with her. I want the steamy showers and hasty breakfast because we are running late.

I want her in my life and not as a pleasure giver. She’s done it. She brought the hammer to the wall surrounding my heart and crushed it wide open. Right away, I make a promise to myself. I’ll do anything to make that happen.

Anything.

Even if the thought alone sends me into paralyzing terror.

I need to tell her everything…

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Three hours later, we are sitting in a conference room whereKira Clark, the world-renowned chef and the owner ofConte de fée, is sitting across from us with a resting bitch face.

What a shame. She is one gorgeous woman, with her flaming red hair and deep green eyes, but that scowl she is wearing is a warning to stay the fuck away and not in a playful way. No, she is completely closed off and her every move screams that there isn’t anything remotely human inside her heart.

It might be even colder than mine…

Kira’s employees call her “Tungsten” because it’s the toughest metal out there. Sure, she’s made a name for herself, but at what cost?

Look who’s talking, Landon.

Fashion Linc has been trying to get an interview out of her for a while, and finally, I managed to talk her into one.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Lexi all but squeaks with excitement.Conte de féeis her favorite restaurant, and she basically worships the ground that woman walks on.

“Let’s hope it goes both ways after your article is out,” Kira responds in a stone-cold voice. “Are you going to keep wasting my time with all the squeaking and get to work, or are you here only as a pretty face that uses her mouth for other purposes?” My Lexi drops her mouth open wide, and a look of complete devastation takes over her. Something inside me snaps.

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