“Mr. Ashbourne, sir?—”
“Oz. Call me Oz,” he demands.
If I hadn’t been taking my blockers religiously since Sunday, just having him this close would have me turning into a puddleof pheromones at his feet. Hell, having him pressing against me after adrenaline crashed through me is its own sort of torture. Because every atom in my body wants him to take me back to that room and tie me up before doing whatever he pleases to me. But I can’t say that. I can’t act on that. Because he doesn’t know it’s me.
He steps back, smoothing his suit over his body, looking like the composed lawyer he has always been at the office. I know it's a mask because I can see past the perfectly styled hair, the impeccably tailored clothing, and the charming office persona. I can see the hungry alpha beneath it all, the one that craves pain as much as he does pleasure. And it makes me weak in the knees as I lean against the door and catch my breath.
Does he still have the marks from my nails clawing down his back? Or have they healed?
Shit, Ally, don’t think about that.
“Why did you follow me?” I ask.
He rubs the back of his neck and looks down the dark and empty street. “You worked late tonight. I was making sure you made it home safely,” he repeats his words from earlier.
I arch an eyebrow and cross my arms over my hardening nipples. God, they remember being clamped and want more. I’m so ruined for anyone else. This man and his pack have destroyed me sexually, and I’m positive I’ll never find anyone else to scratch that itch they woke in me.
“You stalked me in the dark,” I point out. “Scared the shit out of me by chasing me…just to make sure I made it home safe. Mr. Ashbourne, I’ve worked for you for two years and have not had any issues getting home safely after a late night.”
His mouth kicks up in a half of a smile, and he drops his hand to his side with a shrug. He slides his eyes down my body in a slow perusal. “Oz.” He steps forward. “Call me Oz.”
I wet my lips, hesitating. The crazy light’s back in his eyes from that night, and it makes me squirm. There’s no Beckett here to keep him in line. No Wade to ease me into things. Just pure Ozwald walking the edge of sanity.
“Mr—” He steps into me, gripping my throat in a familiar way.
“Oz,” he demands, his breath unsteady and needy like it was when he was deep inside of me.
My pussy clenches in response, and I can’t help it when I say, “Oz.”
It comes out like a plea. The same way it did when I begged him for more.
His eyes drop shut, and a calm washes over his face like I just shouted out to the world that he’s been inside of me. “I knew it was you, Bunny, all along.”
Chapter
Nine
“I’m sorry,I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, Mr?—”
His fingers tighten on my neck, cutting off my air and my words. “Oz, Bunny.”
My lips part, and he grants me oxygen. “Oz…I’m Ally.”
He smirks. “And doesn’t that make it all the better, Bunny? I knew it was you the whole time. You can’t hide the way you move. The way your breath catches when one of us gets too close. Beck tried to stop me after Friday. That the NDA meant we could never act on it. But Iknow what you feel like now.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say. Am I crazy? Just tell him he’s right.
He leans into me and drags his nose up the side of my neck, inhaling deeply. Attempting to scent me. The day may have been long, but the blockers are strong. I’d be surprised if he could smell anything but the faint strawberry of the lotion I put on this morning. His palms go to my waist, tightening and tugging me into him.
His teeth graze my scent gland, and a whimper I can’t hold in slips out. It encourages him to bite me, and my entire bodywants to submit immediately. He doesn’t break the skin, but just the idea of it sends a chain reaction through my body.
“Oz,” I gasp out. Unsure if I’m pulling him closer or pushing him away.
“Tell me I’m right,” he demands, his lips ghosting over the side of my neck. “Tell me that you want me too.”
I melt in his arms, losing the battle. “We can’t do this.”
We’re doing this. Why can’t we do this? Because an NDA said only once and never again? Two consenting adults…consenting, isn’t against any laws, right?
