“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 lastbof 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.
