Cesar’s nostrils flare. “Vivienne doesn’t have a choice. Her father was forcing her to marry that wannabe gangster because of some business arrangement. I renegotiated those terms, and now she’s marrying me.” Again, he shrugs like this conversation is actually normal. “Papa wanted me to marry; her father wanted her to marry. It’s what’s best for everyone.”
“Okay,” I say, conceding the point, though I don’t agree with it. “I wish you and Vivienne the best.”
“Thanks. I expect a nice gift for the wedding.”
I snort. “You got it. When are the blessed nuptials?”
Cesar twists his lips to the side. “Not sure. I have to go to Italy foran extended time. I left Vivienne to stay with my mother. I’m sure they’re already working on it.”
I motion the bartender for the check and nudge Cesar with my elbow. “What’s your fiancée like?”
“First of all, she’s gorgeous. Sweet and docile. She shouldn’t give me much trouble.”
I take a drink to cover my smile. Something tells me this woman is going to be a lot more trouble than he’s bargaining for.
As soon as I enter the penthouse suite on the top floor of the hotel, the scent of Mindy’s magnolia body wash assails my senses.
Fuck me.My cock is no longer tame, surging against my zipper. I glance at the door connecting our suites, which she said she would leave unlocked since we’re planning to get about an hour’s worth of work done tonight.
Then I look down at the bulge in my shorts. Yeah, gonna need to do something about that before I go over there with a raging hard-on.
Removing my shoes and socks, I decide to shower and jack off before knocking on the door. Striding across the floor, I’ve just about reached my luxurious bathroom…
And that’s when I hear the scream.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Beelzebub and abrupt changes
Mindy
A FEW MINUTESEARLIER
I shuffle my fingers against my scalp, turning off the hair dryer and hanging it on the little hook on the wall. My hands tighten the sash of my robe, and I sigh. I’m going to need to change before Remi knocks on the door and lets me know he’s ready to get some work done.
I don’t want to though. This is the softest damn robe I’ve ever worn. It’s like being hugged by a cloud, the fabric caressing my already sensitive body. Sensitive because I dozed off in that phenomenal soaking tub and had an erotic dream about my damn boss.
Fuck.
I’m so turned on right now. That stupid backward hat had me thinking all kinds of things today. Dirty things… naughty things… inappropriate things.
Inappropriate because he’s your boss, I remind myself, but my vagina seems to have missed the memo. Maybe I should slap a Post-it Note on my crotch as a reminder.No Hales allowed.
Parting my robe, I reach between my legs, finding the spot damp, and not from the bath. I mime smacking a sticky note onto myself and groan. The sound of flesh on flesh only ramps up my desire.
Screw this. I need to get off before that backward-hat-wearing, devil-tongued man summons me.
Summons me… oh god. The thought of that long index finger beckoning me toward him makes the ache between my legs intensify. Not to mention the other things I remember that finger doing.
My head hits the pillow, and I bounce slightly on the bed. I don’t even remember walking into the bedroom space, but here I am, robe pulled wide and legs spread even wider.
I imagine my small fingers are his larger ones as I drag the tips over the lips of my sex. My natural lubrication aids in the slide as I circle my clit. Clamping my lips closed—because having Remington Hale hear me getting myself off is the last thing I need—I dip a finger into my pussy.
With my eyes closed, I push deep, bowing my neck back until my head smooshes into the pillow. His free hand glides smoothly up between my breasts until it finds its rightful place around my throat. I groan at the command in his deep voice as he calls me his good girl.
Adding another finger alongside the first, I revel in the stretch, arching my lower body upward to meet my own thrusts.
CHIRRUP.
