“Good girl.” Icarus closes his palm, slipping the paperclips back into his suit pocket. “Back with me? I’m guessing that was my fault.”
I shake my head. “I just didn’t know thattheywere going to be here this year.”
“How about I tear out their throats for you?”
I twist on Icarus’ lap, poking him in the chest. “Firstly, vetoed because this whole hotel would collapse without your uptightass keeping it running if you were sent to the Alpha Center for murder.”
“Uptight?” Icarus mouths in outrage.
“Secondly, I may get a kick out of seeing Logan’s balls used as baubles on the fir tree, but even if he’s the worst father ever, one day Zoe may go looking for him and I want to give her that choice.”
“She could go looking for him and simply find him knotless?” Icarus offers.
Relaxed now through the happy thoughts of slicing off my ex Alpha’s knot (the government may have a point about me being a Rej2, huh?), I hop off Icarus’ lap. “I’d rather have a warning that I’ll need to face them. It’ll help me prepare.”
“Just tell me what you need. Including a shovel to bury the bodies.”
“That’s why you’re my best friend.”
Icarus’ sharp smile wavers for a moment on thefriend, before he stands up and catches me harshly by my hair, tugging me closer. “Friends who fuck.”
“The best kind.”
Icarus’ heated gaze sweeps over my face, as if searching for something. “I can make up for my earlier mistake, Sweet Sin. I’m giving an important announcement to everyone after lunch. You’re going to be out of your impish mind.”
“Gremlin, imp. Is there anything that I’m not?”
“Well behaved?”
“Fair.” I shake my head, freeing myself from Icarus’ grip. Then I stand on tiptoes and kiss him, deep and lingering. His breathing becomes ragged. “Why don’t you tell me what this special announcement is? I can’t wait.”
Icarus’ cruel, sensual mouth becomes crooked. “I always find that denial makes everything that much sweeter in the end.”
He grabs me by the shoulders and twists us until I’m pressed against the edge of the desk.
This time, when my breathing speeds up, it is pleasurably with anticipation.
“Do you want something, Mr. Sinner?” I ask, politely. “I thought that you were practicing denial but…” I nudge my knee up quickly between his crotch over his hard cock, and he groans. “…part of you doesn’t appear to agree.”
He leans over me, pressing me back against the desk.
I love that he’s forgotten his anxiety about needing to line up his papers without damaging them.
He pins me in place.
Icarus’ beautiful blue eyes darken with desire. “Want to play a game?”
“Is there a prize?”
“Oh, I’ve learned the hard way that there are always winners and losers in this hotel, as in life. So, would you like the chance to find out the big announcement before anyone else?”
Exhilarated, I nod.
I love the thrilling rush of fear, however, at the way that Icarus’ eyes glimmer with dominance, as if he’s just tricked me.
As a kid, I once fractured my arm in three places and gave myself a concussion by jumping off the balcony on the first floor.
I was inspired by the giant painting of an Omega with wings that hangs in the penthouse; I was convinced that I would sprout wings too.
