“You need a way to let the tension out, Angel. I can see it. You’re vibrating. You’re wound so tight you might actually snap.”
“I’ll box with Dom later,” she fires back, even as her hands fly up to my shoulders, fingers gripping my shirt like she needs something to hold onto.
“I don’t want to hear another man’s name while I’m trying to undo your frustration,” I murmur, lowering my head until my teeth graze her earlobe.
“And for the record… I am exceptionally good at undoing it.”
I bite lightly at the sensitive spot beneath her ear, sucking just enough to make her arch into me.
“This is just… just to release tension,” she whispers, breathless. “Don’t get any ideas, Becker. It doesn’t mean anything.”
I laugh against her skin, a low vibration that ripples through her chest.
“Whatever you say, boss. Use me however you want.”
I don’t give her time to fire back.
My hands go straight to the waistband of her pants.
“I hate these pants,” I growl, fighting with the button with less patience than I’ve ever had in my life. “Too much fabric. Total waste of time.”
“They’re tailored, you idiot—if you break the zipper I’ll kill you,” she pants, but she’s already lifting her hips, just as impatient as I am, helping me shove them down.
We push everything to her ankles—pants and panties in one go.
I grab her by the hips and lift her onto the cold counter.
With one swipe of my arm, brushes, powder, and bobby pins crash to the floor.
The sound is drowned out by her gasp when I wedge myself between her bare thighs.
She’s exposed.
Open.
Devastatingly beautiful.
The contrast between her perfectly buttoned silk blouse and her completely bare lower half is obscene.
It’s my undoing.
She looks at me through the side mirror.
Our eyes lock in the warm glow of the vanity lights.
“Look at yourself,” I order, catching her chin and angling her face toward the mirror. “Look how much you like coming undone for me.”
Sloane flushes deeply, her chest rising and falling in quick, sharp breaths.
“Shut up…” she whispers.
“No. Look at you, Sloane. You’re scorching hot. You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”
I slide a hand between her legs and find her already soaked, ready.
I lift two slick fingers in front of her face, letting her see them.
“See?” I murmur. “Your body can’t lie the way you do.”
