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Something in me twists. “Neither do I.”
“Did you bring me here because of my mother?”
The question hits me like a fist. I drop the nipple, and for one second, all the heat inside me turns cold.
Her mother.
Cancer.
Treatment.
The way she looked at me after the presentation like I was capable of saving people.
God.
“Ella.”
She understands before I say anything. “You didn’t.”
“No.”
I should tell her the rest. That I can help. That I will help, if I can. That whatever happens between us, her mother’s illness won’t be a bargaining chip.
Instead, I pull her onto her feet, turn her around, and unzip her dress. “I brought you here because I want you,” I growl against her neck as I push the rhinestone straps off her shoulders.
The dress falls into a silver heap at her feet.
She wears only her silver shoes and—Lord—simple white cotton panties. White fucking panties, and I swear to God I’ve never seen anything so sexy.
Her breath catches.
“God, I want you,” I say again. “I’m going to take you. Right here. While Quenton fucking Stanley sits at that table, waiting for you to return. Do you know what the thought of him touching you does to me, Ella?”
“I don’t…”
“It makes me want to kill him,” I snarl. “Fucking murder him.”
“Nath—”
I slide my hand underneath her panties and she gasps.
“I’m going to do it, Ella. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to slide my cock into your pussy and make you scream.”
“Someone will hea—”
I turn her to face me, not gently. And damn, she’s beautiful. Her tits fall gently against her chest, and her belly is flat and through the thin white cotton I can see her pussy is covered with light-blond hair. Not shaved. And I’ve never seen anything quite so sexy.
“I don’t give a damn,” I rasp. “I don’t care who hears me. I want you to scream so loud that everyone in that ballroom hears you. Hears you squealing my name.”
She inhales sharply. “Nath—”
I quiet her with my mouth, shoving my tongue inside. With one hand, I cup a perfect breast, and with the other I slide my fingers underneath the cotton waistband, through the soft curls, and into her heat.
She’s wet. So wet. Fuck.
I’m not gentle enough.
I know that.
