“You got a lot of those?”
He unlocked the door and swung it wide and stood back. “Pretty girl, I got skills you don’t even know exist.”
Kenzie blushed taking his innuendo exactly how he meant it. He may be playing the part but all gentlemanly manners went out the door when she strolled down the hall in front of him. His gaze landed on her ass. Perfectly round and thick, but not overly big. He’d always been more of a breast man but her ass had him rethinking it. Her sway, which he figured wasn’t intentional, stirred a tingling sensation straight down to his cock.
She slowed down at they got closer to the lobby and turned around, holding out her hand. He reached over his shoulder and released her bag, handing it to her. She smiled. “Thanks.”
Even a simple gesture of thanks had him turned on.Maybe it was the sweet spread of her lips, or the coy way she looked down at her feet. He’d fucked her twice, made her come at least four times and scream out for God, yet she still seemed a tad shy around him. He liked that, but he also assumed she was shy because she didn’t see this as anything more than sex.
He might have thought the same thing if not for the extreme desire to know more about her, have her spend more time in his house, with or without clothes, but just be there. There was something about her that made him feel connected in a way he’d never felt before.
“You’re welcome.”
Kenzie veered off from the hall and moved down to the conference room. He stood frozen for a second before grabbing her arm and hauling her against his chest. She gasped, caught off guard, but it gave him the perfect opportunity. He leaned forward, taking her lips in a strong, forceful kiss. His tongue swiped over hers, a small moan emitted against his lips. He wrapped his arm around her back, getting no struggle. She fell into place as if she wanted it as much as him.
He’d never been one for public displays of affection. Grinding on the dance floor, a hand on a knee at the bar, a woman draping herself over him in hopes of her taking him home had been the extent of display he was interested in. Making out in public, and more importantly, the hallway of his office, went against every rule he’d set up for himself.
With this girl, the rules didn’t apply.
His shirt bunched at his waist and she tugged him closer. His response was natural without thought. He crushed her against his chest, containing a groan when her tongue circled his slowly. Kissing had always been a mere foreplay to the real deal. But with Kenzie, kissing her got him hard and on the edge of unloading in his pants like a senior at prom. The weight of her body pushing forward had his unsteady feet wobbling.
He was the real sucker here. He started the kiss determined to knock her off her feet and she was doing the exact same thing to him. Her lips spread further apart into a smile against his mouth when they parted an inch. That fucking smiling.
“Making out in the hall is frowned upon at most work places.”
“Being the boss has it perks.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Come in my office, I wanna show you something.”
Her gaze immediately dropped to the crotch of his pants. She pushed away with faux shock but he read her eyes. “I bet you do.”
“Boss’s orders?” He cocked a brow and watched her lips tighten, trying desperately to refrain from laughing.
Kenzie shook her head and giggled. “You’re forgetting, Bogs, you’re not my boss. You’re just my captor.” She winked, stepped into the office and closed the door. He stepped forward. He wanted her. Again. And again.
Moral and ethical integrity didn’t stop him, the ringing of his phone had saved her from being bent over the conference table in ten seconds flat.
“Yeah,” he answered, making his way into his office. He flicked on the light and waited for a response. He looked down at his phone to a blocked number.
“You have something that’s mine and I’d like it back.”
A chill ran down his spine. It had nothing to do with the tone of the voice or the man it belonged to. It was the words he had used. Kenzie was not his, she was his.He had to play this right. Going off on the man claiming Kenzie as his own would relieve him of the upper hand he currently held. He sat at his desk and chuckled.
“What would that be exactly?”
“Don’t insult me, you know what I’m fucking talking about, mainly who.” There was a frustrated edge Bogs hadn’t picked up on before. Dante may play the part as the man incharge but he wasn’t. The money they stole wasn’t his but he was certainly responsible for it, and if not returned, that fell on Dante’s shoulders. His frustration stemmed from desperation and a desperate man was a dangerous breed.
“Ahhh… you mean the girl.”
“I may not scare you but I should. This girl stole from the club, a club that is run by me, but owned by someone else. Someone I can guarantee you do not want to cross paths with.”
Bogs smirked. “You’re a cryptic motherfucker.”
A heavy sigh from the other line was drawn out dramatically. “I can see this isn’t getting us anywhere. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Hold up, Dante. I get that you want your money and ya got people to answer to, but this girl? She’s not the one you want. She was merely caught up in someone else’s shit.”
“Not my problem.”
“It kinda is ‘cause even if I handed her over now, you’re still out the twelve grand.”
