“It sounds like you want me to take you into that closet and choke you with my dick.” He closes the remaining space between us, and the tips of his black combat boots touches the toes of my Converse.
Holy shit, my face must be scarlet. I feel the need to punch him in the face and kiss him. Either sounds amazing right now. And I hate myself for slightly wanting the second.
“I’m sorry I gave you the impression that I would lower my standards just for you.”
“Says the girl who practically just kissed my dick?” The laugh he lets out sounds dark.
“The day I would kiss your miniature dick—”
He pushes me back a few steps before I hit the wall, and his lips touch the shell of my ear as his hips press into my own. “We both know my dick is the furthest thing from miniature. But I’m glad to know you’ve been thinking about it.”
My body feels hot when I feel him pressing his slightly hard erection against me. He’s definitely not small. I was teasing him. Yet I didn’t think I would get myself where I am right now. Pressed up against a wall with his definitely-not-small dick against my stomach.
This is so wrong, but why does this make me feel alive?
Brushing my lips against his ear, I grit out, “You have five seconds to move away or else I’m kicking you so hard that you won’t be able to walk for days.”
“Not until you say thank you.”
“For what?” I scoff just as his lips brush against my earlobe.
“For saving you.” His husky voice sends shivers down my spine.
I would rather burn alive than fill this man with any satisfaction, but I also want to leave because feeling his muscles on my body makes my brain all mushy.
“Thank you,” I mutter through my teeth, glaring to the side as I feel his smirk on my skin.
His dark eyes bore into my own for a couple of seconds before he steps aside and says, “Good girl.”
My knees nearly buckle.
Reaching for my purse and trying not to faint, I yank the zipper open. Fishing out my phone, I send a text to Trinity to come and get me.
Me
SOS. I got swarmed by paparazzi, and I’m hiding in a bar. Please come get me.
Trinity
OMG. Are you safe?
Me
I’m fine. The bartender locked the door, so they can’t come in. Can you come?
Trinity
Of course. Send me your location.
Sending her my location, I wait by the door while outside is still packed with paparazzi. However, some of them must have given up and left. Thank God. The air in here is suffocating.
A part of me thinks Levi must care more than he lets on because he pulled me in here, but what was he doing here in the first place? Glancing over my shoulder, I see him sitting on a stool, and what I find weird is the fact that he’s just sitting there. No drink in sight. Nothing.
My phone dings.
Trinity
I’m outside.
