“Nothing from the back.”
He nodded. “Nothing from the back.” He stepped in closer with a wary look, leaning down to my ear. “We’re alone?”
“Only people left in the building, but there are cameras.”
His breath tickled the shell of my ear. “And are there cameras in there, or could a potential billionaire and his assistant perhaps spend a little time in there?”
I checked our surroundings, and with no additional words, I pulled him into the storage closet.
TWENTY-FOUR
COLTON
OCTOBER | COLUMBUS, OHIO
In the darknessof the storage closet, I relied on instinct. I spun Violet and put her back against the door. I molded my hands to her waist, like I’d done countless times before.
We weren’t Violet and Colton anymore. We were the billionaire and his diabolical assistant trying to bring down his empire.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to, little girl,” I hissed in her ear. “What you don’t know is I don’t care if you take every last dime.”
Violet’s breath was heavy as I pressed my pelvis against hers, hemming her in. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” was her breathy reply. “I’m not taking anything.”
Violet had done her studying, and so had I. We weren’t going word for word, but the spirit was there and fuck, was it one hot spirit.
I gripped her wrists and pinned them over her head, securing them with one of mine. Violet let out the sexiest whimper and ragged breath, popping her chest forward while surrendering to my hold. “I can’t stand your fucking lies,” Igrowled. “You say you’re not stealing. You pretend you don’t want me, but what would I find if I put my hand . . .”
I flattened my palm against her stomach and again, she arched into my touch. Yes, we had agreed we both liked this scene in advance and her body language hinted she was into it, but I felt like we could use another consent checkpoint before I ravaged her like the billionaire. “Okay?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Touch me.”
I grinned, lowering my forehead to hers. “What would I find if I put my hand down here, hmm? A fucking oil slick?”
Violet giggled in the dark, which was not part of the scene. “Sorry, just realized there was an oil joke from the oil baron. Continue.”
My hand glided down her stomach, slipped the tab, and lowered the zipper of her work pants. I combed my middle finger down over her pussy. She, like the book’s main character, was absolutely drenched. Violet trembled, and for a moment, I was afraid she was about to quit on me. But then she curled her hips, seeking more friction from the pad of my finger.
I chuckled, low and dark. “This needy little cunt says you want me pretty badly. Is that true, Miss Reynolds?”
“It’s a lie,” she tried, but her words didn’t match the movement from her hips.
Now, the real fun would begin. I withdrew my hand from her panties and pushed my fingers past her lips. “Does this taste like a cunt that doesn’t want me?”
Violet moaned around my fingers, and my dick came to full strength at the sensation of her sucking them.
“Don’t answer that,” I snarled. “I’ll taste it for myself.”
I was just about to ask her if it was okay for me to kiss her, but she moved first.
For the first time in three years, Violet Gennari kissed me.
Three long years of waiting. Three long years where Iresisted the temptation to give up. Three long years where I questioned my sanity, whether the whole pursuit was hopeless. Those three years came to a close in that moment.
Though she came at me forcefully, we slowed down when our lips locked. Just like in the book, she tasted like herself, my pussy-drenched fingers having just been in her mouth.
It was sweeter than I ever could have remembered.
Her lips, her tongue,her. I released her wrists from over her head and her hands coasted down my back. She trembled under my hands, so I pulled out of our kiss to check on her.
