I didn’t respond to that.
As soon as the elevator chimed and opened on our floor, she began squirming again.
“Gabriel Townsend, you put me down right now,” she insisted.
I kept one arm firmly around her legs, holding her in place while I punched in the code for my suite.
“You take me to my damn room,” she insisted once we entered my suite. “I am not your toy to play around with as you see fit.”
I remained silent as I kicked the suite’s bedroom door open and charged over to the bed, plopping her on her ass onto the bed.
“Now you can tell me what the hell that was about,” I demanded.
Lena reared up on her knees as I stood at the end of the bed. Both of our chests heaved while we glared at one another.
“I was leaving. Going up to my room,” she yelled.
“Why? You came down to the shoot to see me, right? Why the fuck were you leaving?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Because I didn’t want to interrupt you and whoever that woman was.”
“The hell?” I leaned back on my heels and wondered what the hell she was talking about.
“The woman who was rubbing her hands all over you,” Lena said. “That brunette.” She started to get off the bed.
“Lena Jade Clarkson, if you move one muscle from this fucking bed, I swear your ass is going to be the same color as those damn red bottoms you brought with you on this trip.”
She gasped. “Did you just threaten me?”
“Fuck yes, I did.” I moved closer to the bed.
She backed away, lowering onto her heels. But she didn’t get up from the bed.
I moved up the bed as she slowly inch wormed toward the head of the bed.
“She was touching you,” Lena said, her voice slightly weaker than when we first entered my room.
“If you were closer, you would’ve heard me tell her to keep her damn hands to herself.”
“I don’t believe you,” she said.
I reached for the button of her jeans, undoing it in record time.
Her breath hitched when I tugged at the waist of her jeans and panties, bringing them down over her hips.
“The hell you don’t.” I pulled her jeans and panties the rest of the way down her legs, stripping her completely bare from the waist down.
“I meant what I said about keeping my cock to myself until you submit to me, completely. But,” I paused as I pushed her knees apart, exposing her center to me, “I am hungry.” I buried my face between her legs.
“Oh, God,” Lena cried out when I rimmed her clit with my tongue.
I thought I was hungry for her before, but that was nothing compared to when I finally tasted her. I firmed my arms around her thighs, holding her to me to ensure she didn’t go anywhere as I feasted.
Lena’s hands went to my hair, grasping it as she moaned and moved her hips.
“Gabriel,” she panted. “Damn, that’s so … so …”
“So, what, Cin?” I mumbled against her pussy lips.
