Page 70 of In Love and Revenge

She moves. It’s imperceivable. But it’s there. A fraction of an inch in my direction.

She wants this.

She wantsme.

I allow myself another slow inhale, tasting the breath she’s expelling, before I run my thumb over her lower lip, watching the way she opens them, inviting me in.

I smile wickedly.

‘Good, because I have work to do.’

I prepare to go in for the kill, determined to teach her a lesson for walking in here and pretending with me.

I reach down and curl my hand around the curve of her arse, giving it a firm squeeze. My cock leaks in my trousers as I get my first real feel of her body. And fuck, if it’s not a billion times better than I ever dreamed.

‘Time to go now. There’s a good girl.’ I flatten my palm and pat her bottom condescendingly.

She scoffs, a look of indignation quickly making way for disgust as I step back, giving her enough room to leap from my desk.

I bite back a rough chuckle as she stomps across the room.

‘Oh, and Aurora?’ I call as she reaches the door.

She whips her head back over her shoulder, her ponytail flicking with enough force to take out an eye.

‘What?’ she snaps.

I lift her coffee mug from my desk.

Her gaze narrows on it, and I can pinpoint the exact moment she recognises it.

I clear my throat, choosing my words carefully. ‘Next time you flirt with me to get something, be prepared for what would happen if I were to give it to you. Because if this was real, I’d have hitched that little skirt I bought you up over your arse and fucked you on my desk. Understand?’

‘You’re an arsehole,’ she spits, her usual hatred for me back in her eyes.

I can’t help my smile stretching. ‘I’d have fucked that too if you’d asked nicely.’

She throws open the door and storms out.

I wait for it to shut before I reach in into my pants and grab my throbbing dick.

Jesus Christ.

Chapter 19

Aurora

‘Are they always this wanky?’ I ask, knocking back my champagne.

Dove snorts out a giggle, before doing the same with hers. ‘You mean all the dick measuring? Yeah, pretty much. This is why I needed you here with me. A couple of circuits in order to network, and then we can get the hell out of here.’

I follow her gaze around the mansion’s large living space that spills out into a fancy orangery on the other side of the room. It’s teeming with men in tuxedos, standing in groups, talking about money and their businesses, pretending to be impressed while mentally calculating the other guy’s wealth to see whose is greater.Dick measuring, like Dove said.

‘The lack of women in this room makes me sick,’ she says.

‘Yeah,’ I murmur, my eyes flitting to Rafael.

He’s on the far side of the room, tall and devastatingly handsome in his tux as he talks with a group of older men. He hasn’t brought a date tonight. I expected to see Seraphina, but Dove said he’s not mentioned her since he got back from his friend’s wedding in South Africa.