It would obliterate my reputation professionally. And personally. How can I expect people to take me seriously when they find out I’m sleeping with one of LA’s most notorious players? What kind of message does that send to the world? It hardly screams professional businesswoman, does it?
He’s the only man since Ethan who has ever convinced me to break my own rules, but I can’t explain why, even to myself. So how could I possibly explain to Sasha or anyone else?
Blood roars in my ears. Tension, desire, and fury rise like bubbling lava, ready to explode from the peak of a volcano.
‘Are we having our first fight?’ My lower lip catches between my teeth and tears unexpectedly well in my eyes.
I must be hormonal again.
‘I didn’t come here to fight. I came here to fuck. But I’ll give it to you hard if it means you can tick “angry sex” off your list.’
‘Keep your “angry sex.” And everything else on the list. I don’t want any of it.’ I lie.
‘Don’t make me put you over my knee, Princess.’ He pounces on me, that hot, full mouth capturing mine.
A feral need for him rips through my core. My lips can deny it all I like, but as ever, the need pulsating through every fibre of my body gives me away. I’m fooling no one. Not even myself. Still, I attempt to push him away, tearing myself away from his kiss, but he’s relentless. Strong fingers grip my wrists, pinning them above my head and against the wall. Even his firmest touch is filled with a tenderness.
I need him to fill me up, but there’s still a part of me that hates giving him the satisfaction.
I attempt to wriggle my wrists free from his grip, but he’s too strong.
Fuck it. I can’t fight him any longer. My body slumps in submission.
‘Finally,’ he murmurs into my mouth. ‘Let me fulfil every fantasy you ever had.’
The old Chloe, the one who had full control of her senses, would have rather died. But this version nods in agreement, relieved to surrenderto the flames of whatever this thing is burning up between us.
To something more powerful than my need for control.
Because I haven’t been in control around Jayden in a long time.
Probably in forever.
Jayden makes me feel safe. I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not. He sees me. He gets me. On some level, heisme.
He releases my hands, tugging me towards the bathroom, heading, I think, for the jacuzzi bath tub, but instead he pushes me towards a sunken porcelain sink set into a lavish granite counter. Behind the sink is a mirror that runs the height and length of the entire wall.
‘Bend over,’ he commands.
I do as he instructs with my heart hammering in my chest.
I grab the granite as our gaze locks in the mirror.
My knuckles whiten as I cling on and a hot hand skirts under my dress, between my thighs, to locate a tiny scrap of lace. Magic fingers slip inside me. His name slurs from my lips, drunk on his every touch as we watch the sensual show together.
With his free hand, he lifts my dress around my waist before undoing his trousers, nowhere near quick enough for my liking. He shoves the lace to the side, and inches himself inside me, filling me up, captivating me with those arresting eyes.
‘It’s not exactly a bar, but I had to bend you over something,’ he moans in my ear, as swift fingers work my sweet spot. He slams into me, over and over again. My eyelids flutter closed, my release boiling inside, ready to burst.
‘Open them, Princess. I want to see you.’
We’re locked once again in our own crackling current. Grey eyes pierce my soul as I shatter around him, exploding with ecstasy. He’s seconds behind me, his firm fingers digging into my ass as he empties himself inside me.
The man who stares back at me in the mirror is so much more than the devil I thought I was making a deal with.
He’s a fucking god.
ChapterTwenty
