“Spontaneous?”
“Crazy.”
“Crazy for you.”
“No, just batshit crazy.”
“I promised you a long time ago that you would always pay a price for not listening to me, but the upside is that you’re going to love every minute of it.”
Elizabeth’s eyes widen with just a smidgeon of lust until she catches herself. Then her face returns to the vexed look it had before.
“I’m not in the mood to play with you, Roman.”
“Really, because your tits are leaking milk all over the place.”
She looks begrudgingly down at her top. “They do this all the time.”
“They do that when you’re horny or when the baby’s crying and the little monster isn’t here. I had Juliette take him for a stroller walk into town, so common sense tells me you’re horny just like me.”
“Fucking you is the very last thing on my mind right now.”
“Let’s see how much of a lie that shit is.”
I stalk closer toward her and let my dick lead the way. He’s pointing right in her direction.
She raises her hand up. “Back away, Neanderthal.”
I don’t listen, but just keep moving forward as she backpedals her pretty little ass to the farthest corner of the room.
“Sticks and stones, Elizabeth.”
There’s an ottoman in the room she forgot about and almost trips and falls backward, but I leap forward and catch her around the waist just in time.
“Got you,” I mutter in her ear.
“I hate you right now.”
“Do you, baby?”
“Yes,” she lies in the most deliciously breathy voice. A voice I know all too well. It’s the sound that practically hums in my ear when I’m deep inside of her.
I’m still holding onto her as I slide a hand down the front of her favorite pair of navy blue running shorts. A pair she often wears around the house when she’s working. Her cotton panties are soaked right through to the crotch of them.
“You hate me so much but you’re so fucking wet that I could slide my entire fist inside of you.”
“That’s disgusting. Shut up.”
She shoves my hand away and I almost laugh out loud as her eyes dart from left to right, no doubt worried that someone is listening to our conversation. He isn’t though. The computer cord pulled out of the outlet and the glass screen now looks like a spider web.
“That attitude of yours is going to get you into all sorts of trouble today,” I promise her.
She rests her hands on her hips, ready for confrontation.
“And so is yours. Do you realize all the explaining I’m going to have to do to Jacob about your juvenile behavior?”
“Call him Jacob one more time.”
She glares at me with a formidable scowl.
“I’m warning you, Duchess.”
“Jaaacobbb,” she repeats slowly and succinctly.
My jaw twitches at her defiance. I know that she’s trying to push me as a punishment for embarrassing her, but there’s something more going on that is broadening the chasm between us. Her perfectly innocent business conversation with that man bothered me more than it ever should have. Her fighting me on every damn thing lately is irritating me more than ever. The fact that she won’t set a wedding date is really pissing me off too. So I guess the only solution I feel is left to be heard by her is through physicality.
Through sex.
It is our one common denominator.
I wrap my hand around the base of her throat right as she’s annunciating the last b of his name and pull her into my body. The pressure I’m applying is slightly tighter than I usually use.
“You’re going to regret that,” I say into her skin.
She bites the corner of her lip and looks at the missing office door.
“What are you looking over there for? Nobody is home. Nobody is going to see what I’m about to do to you and your juicy hot pussy. Correction, my juicy hot pussy.”
“Roman.”
Yes, I definitely have her attention now.
She’s so used to us getting interrupted by the baby, a phone call, or the cleaning lady that I think she’s forgotten what’s it like to be completely and utterly consumed by me.
I’m going to have to refresh her memory.
12
ROMAN
Still gripping Elizabeth at the base of her neck, I guide her back across the room to the empty desk. I use my available hand to bend her at the hip and twirl her around facing the desk. As my other hand pivots around, holding her by the back of her neck, I push her forward and bend her over the desk.
“Place your arms above your head and grip the edge of the desk.”
Elizabeth lies purposely motionless on the desk, so I give one of her ass cheeks a smack.
Whack!
Her disobedient ass doesn’t make a sound, not of pleasure or pain, but what she does do is exactly what I instructed. She slowly brings her arms around and holds the edge of the desk with her fingertips. Of course she complies. Elizabeth loves it when I do anything to her from the back. That shit turns her on.
I reach down and yank her shorts and nerd-sexy pair of cotton panties down to her ankles. I’m eager to pay homage to her new “after Knox” curvy body. I hungrily kiss her rounded hips, her full ass, and the backs of her thighs while taking inventory of the body that used to belong to me every night until my little monster robbed me of my time.
She doesn’t make a sound.
Not one.
She’s using every bit of restraint she has left to defy me.
She looks breathtaking in this position, stretched across the desk in a ninety-degree angle, but I completely step away, leaving her bare ass exposed to see if she’ll move or leave. This would be the perfect opportunity for Elizabeth to end this encounter between us. If she doesn’t want me, if she doesn’t need me as much as I’m desperately craving her, then I’ll surrender.
But she doesn’t move an inch.
Not one.
Thank fuck.
“Spread your legs but don’t step out of the shorts,” I order, now that I feel emboldened to move forward.
Her breathing becomes a bit shallower as she obeys my command. I lick the corner of my mouth in anticipation and approval. Elizabeth looks spectacular from the back and keeping the shorts around her ankles will create a nice bit of tension as I lick her clean.
“Take off your top and bra.”
Slowly, she peels off her T-shirt and bra and tosses them in front of her on the floor. The fact that she is following my direction calms me. This right here is exactly what I need and what she wants.
I return to the warmth of her soft body and this time take my time using my hands to travel up her bare skin, following the length of her back, massaging and kneading the tight muscles there and along her neck.
My woman spends long days at the computer working on her business, and it’s one reason I’m so drawn to her. Her work ethic is sexy. Her desire to win is intoxicating. Wanting School Bucks to succeed and hustling all the time to make it a reality is part of what defines her, and I understand that. She has something to prove to her parents, her classmates, herself, and maybe even to me. She wants to show us all that she can turn her dream into a thriving reality and that she doesn’t need anyone’s help to achieve it.