I wonder if Nick Monroe is watching us leave together.
Let him.
This is a real man, you piece of shit, and he’s all mine.
Chapter 34
Jax
The second I close my office door, I’m backed up against it, and a thick, hard body presses me onto the surface.
“Nice outfit,” Gray says, running his fingers over my waist. I don’t know if it’s deliberate, but he does it in just the same place Monroe touched me.
“Thanks,” I say, as he leans back, his eyes impossibly bright in the dim lighting of the room.
He presses his hips against mine, and I hiss at the feel of his hard-on. “Jesus, Gray.”
“How do you know Nick fucking Monroe?” he asks, and my head snaps up to stare at him, my back arching away from him in shock.
There is no apology in Gray’s eyes, just a dark purpose I’ve not seen from him before.
I frown, staring at him in bewilderment. “How the fuck doyouknow Nick Monroe?” I whisper.
“I make it my business to know about the scum at the bottom of this city’s barrel,” he murmurs, his eyes not leaving mine.
I can’t read him at all; his face is a stoic mask, but there’s something in the way he’s holding me that feels almost proprietary. I don’t know what to make of this.
“Why did he have his hand on your waist?” he asks, his hands tightening around me, and just like that, my temper flares, and I grip his arms, pushing at them angrily.
“Get the fuck off me.”
I use all my strength, gripping his forearms as tightly as I can and flipping us around so he’s the one pressed against the door, but the illusion of control is short-lived. He’s still bigger and stronger than me, and his arms go around my waist, trapping me against him.
He laughs when I try to fight him off. “Where did you get so strong?”
I snarl at him. “Fuck you. I’m stronger than I look,” I say bitterly, gasping as he presses his nose against my neck, licking at my skin, biting it.
“Is that your type?” he asks finally. “Bad boys without scruples? Because I could tell you stories about my past that might surprise you.”
He shoves his hips harder against me, and I can’t help the low moan that breaks free as he grinds into me. I fight against him again, but he’s incredibly strong.
“I think I need to remind you who you belong to.”
I close my eyes, gasping at the promise in those words as he pulls me away from the door and turns, lifting me up against him and carrying me to the desk.
With one movement, he sweeps the minimal items onto the floor and drops me back down, flipping me around and shoving my face down onto the surface.
Fuck. Why is this so hot?
The fear and worry triggered by Monroe begin to spiral away, even before he’s laid a finger on me. I want to feel it again, the emptiness and the peace from when he spanked me before.
I am shuddering uncontrollably as he rubs a hand over my ass, making a low grunt in the back of his throat as he lines us up, bending over me, covering my whole body.
I groan as a stack of cash is dropped in front of me. I close my eyes as my body throbs with need for him. I don’t know why I love this so much, the act of reminding me what I’m there to do.
There must be five grand there, and then another stack lands next to it as I moan low in my throat. His fingers slide over my ass and between my legs, his cock rocking into me.
“Right now, you’re mine,” he whispers in my ear. “You belong to me. This moneymakesyou mine, and you’re going to take everything I give you and let me know how much you want it. It’s not like anyone can hear you in here, right?” he asks, the thump of the music throbbing all around us.
