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“He mentioned that we had met before, but I did not remember. He knows I am a data scientist and wants to talk about work with me.”

I scoff, and she stares at me in annoyance. She truly believes that asshole wants to discuss work with her. The idiot had been ogling her all evening without her knowing. I pull myself up to a sitting position. I know I weigh heavy on her. Once seated, I pull her legs onto my lap, massaging her feet. I know she likes that. It turns her on. She wants to weaken me; I can do the same. She lifts a brow at me and I snicker back.

“I am trained to always watch my surroundings and stay alert. More so, my alert is heightened when you are with me in a gathering. Our subject matter had been ogling you all night. You coincidentally stumbled when he was close to you, and he used that as an opportunity to keep his hands on you and talk about meeting you before. I can assure you talk about data science is intel he gathered tonight,” I state matter-of-factly.

She lifts her upper body, resting on her elbows.

“I find it hard to believe that he got that much intel about me tonight,” she challenges.

“It is the truth, and I did what was necessary.” I firmly state

“You mean you bullied him.” She volleys

“Bullying would be pulling his ass into a dark alley and kicking it.” I retort

She chuckles. I let my hand make slow caresses on her thighs.

“I just gave him a fair verbal warning, Sprinkles.”

“You looked and sounded like you were going to cut his head off,” she says with a gasp. I did want to cut his head off, but that would trigger her nightmares, so he was saved by me not wanting to cause her any more harm. My hand moves further and hits the thin lacy panty that is already wet.

“Lucky for him, my bark was enough,” I say as my finger moves the thin layer out of the way and I make entry into her wet slick fold.

She sucks in her breath.

“I did not like the way you talked to him.” Her voice is raspy.

“Not going to apologize, Sprinkles. No man is allowed to put his hands on my woman. I told you who I am, and it is not going to change.”

A moan escapes her as another finger makes its way in. She lays back, fighting the desire to let go. She is practically dripping on my fingers but refuses to give in to the wave of desire on her face.

“Can we tone it down a bit in the future?” she asks, breathless.

“Maybe, if you do not smile at other men.”

She grabs my hand tightly to stop the movement of my fingers. I stop and smile. I guess I am winning after all.

“I was not smiling, but I cannot go around scowling at everyone like you do,” she snaps.

“I do not have a problem scowling at other men. So, pick your battle, Sprinkles. I scowl and chase them away, or you do not smile and you scowl like me.”

She releases my hand and tries to scoot away from my reach. I hold her down and keep my eyes on her. We have our battle of will moment.

“You may have won this round, but we live to fight another day,” she snaps.

My fingers move inside her and my thumb massages her clits. She scowls and holds in her emotions as I chuckle.

“Oh, Sprinkles darling, I will always win every time another man attempts to take you from me.”

She snickers.

“Well, two can play this game.” Her breath is choppy as she continues to fight a losing battle.

“Now back to the matter at hand. I am fucking hard.” I say

“Well, you can scowl at it,” she mocks.

“I think it would prefer to be happy inside your pussy.”