I didn’t care if Anthony Dine was loved in this city. I didn’t care if he was an outstanding quarterback and a client of Jack’s. He was a fucking player, and as he’d looked at James, as he’d made her laugh, and as he’d moved a piece of hair off her face, I had known the only thing he saw was a chick whose legs he was going to get in between.

There was no way in hell I was going to let that happen.

But, from the moment I’d taken James outside the gala, I’d let my frustration control my words. Because the thought of him—anyone—touching her made me fucking crazy.

Her cheeks were mine. Her lips, too.

Only my fingers were allowed to graze them.

Only my mouth was allowed anywhere near them.

When I’d told her tonight hadn’t gone as planned, that was the truth. Rebecca had monopolized me for almost the entire evening but for good reason. Netflix was interested in her series. HBO was also. I’d already received emails from both networks to set up a second meeting at their headquarters, and if things continued the way I thought they would, we’d soon be in a bidding war.

But James was hurt from the way I’d handled things tonight, from the way I’d completely ignored her, and I needed to talk to her about that.

“James, listen—” My voice cut off as the driver stopped in front of our building.

James immediately got out, not waiting for him to open her door.

I was right behind her.

She stood in front of the elevators, repeatedly pressing the button until one arrived. When it did, she walked in and hit the button to her floor.

We both knew this elevator didn’t go to the penthouse. That didn’t stop me from getting on and moving to the back wall where I leaned against it. Now, I had the most perfect view of her ass, and it teased the hell out of me. The cutouts on her hips were calling my hands; the ones on her shoulders needed my lips.

“James…”

She didn’t turn around.

She didn’t respond either.

She just stared at the screen on the wall that showed what floor we were on.

When we reached the ninth, I took a step forward and another, now only inches from her. My fingers twitched for her skin. My nose wanted to graze her neck to take in her pear scent.

The door opened, and she began to walk out.

I stopped her, cupping the cutouts, my mouth pressing against her cheek, right below her ear. “Don’t move.”

Her body tightened as I touched it. “What do you want?”

I flipped the switch that held the elevator in place, keeping the door from closing. Then, my hand returned to her, sliding around her navel, my face in her neck. I breathed her in. “You.”

“You told me that couldn’t happen.”

I exhaled over her shoulder. “I can’t stand not having you.”

“Brett, I’m so mad at you right now.”

My lips went to the back of her ear. “Show me.”

“Fuck you,” she seethed.

“Yes,” I hissed. “That’s what I want.” As she went to speak again, I gripped her tighter to cut her off. “Take your anger out on me.” My mouth moved above her earlobe. “Show me how mad you are with your body.” My fingers ran up to her ribs, teasing the bottom of her tits. “Do you know that this is all I’ve thought about tonight? Touching your whole body, wondering how soft your skin would feel if I peeled this dress off you.” My palm pushed between her tits. “I know you were thinking about me, too, James.” I could feel the war that was happening inside her. “You deserved my attention, and I should have given it to you. But you’re getting it now, and my mouth is all yours. Tell me where you want it.” She said nothing, so I flicked my thumb across her nipple. “Do you want it here?” She whimpered, and I traveled down until I reached her cunt, brushing the very top of it. “How about here?” I searched for the elastic, and when I didn’t feel one, I said, “No panties. Did you do that for me?” More silence, but her head now rested against my chest, and I could see her mouth was open, her eyes closed. “Were you hoping I’d notice, and somewhere inside the gala, I’d slip a finger in your pussy and make you fucking scream?” I finally got the sound I wanted to hear, one that vibrated through me, so I dipped my fingers a little lower. “Is this where you want my mouth? Right here on your clit?”

“Brett…” she breathed.

With the door still open, I turned her around to face me. I felt the intensity of her stare the second it landed on me. It was animalistic, full of anger and hunger.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.”

I smiled from her words and moved further down her body, getting on my knees and placing my fingers on her ankles. “It’s been too long since I tasted you, James.”

She watched every goddamn move. Neither her eyes nor her expression changed.

“Someone could see us.”

That was true, but I would hear their feet on the hardwood floor, and it would give me enough time to straighten her dress and stand up. Since I heard nothing, my hands crawled to her calves and up her thighs, circling them from front to back. I massaged my way to her ass and around to the sides of her pussy, though I never touched it.

Her inhale was loud, sharp.

“I just need a taste.” I lifted her dress and held it against her stomach, my mouth right below it. I was close enough to smell her pussy but not lick it. So, I took the deepest inhale. And then I moved a few inches closer, sticking my nose in between her lips and breathing in again. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.” With my eyes not moving from hers, I pulled my nose away to swipe my tongue across her clit. “Mmm,” I growled. I spread her lips apart and lapped in between them.

“Brett…the door…”

I wasn’t leaving this elevator until she came on my tongue. And hearing her say my name only made me lick harder.

I teased her entrance with two fingers until they were coated in her wetness, and then I plunged both inside, twisting up to my knuckles before pulling out and going back in. Then, using just the tip of my tongue, I flicked across the very top of her clit, going around and around before sucking it into my mouth.

She grabbed my hair between her fingers. “Oh my God.”

I released the suction and traced up and down her pussy. My beard scraped against her thighs with each movement, and I knew that small amount of pain could help her build an orgasm.

It was doing just that.

Her moans became louder, the muscles in her legs tightened, and when I felt her get so fucking wet, I sucked her clit into my mouth again to give her the friction she needed and teased the end with my teeth.

Shudders pulsed through her body. “Yes, fuck, I’m coming.”

Her fingers tugged my goddamn hair so hard, I thought she would rip it from my scalp. Still, I didn’t stop until I knew she was far past the edge, and then I grabbed her ass and lifted her, carrying her to her apartment.

James gave me her keys, and I got us inside, taking her to the couch where I bent her over the top of it. Quickly unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, I let them drop and moved in behind her.

Her cunt was still so wet from my mouth, so I rubbed some of it over the tip of my cock and slowly plunged in.

“Fuck,” I hissed, remembering how tight and how warm her pussy was.

And how she got wetter the more I stroked.

“Goddamn it, James, you feel so good,” I groaned.

I needed her nipples between my fingers, so I pulled out, lifted her, and moved her to the wall. I spread her legs around me and entered her again. Using her back to hold her weight, I pinched those tiny buds.

“Harder,” she begged.

I let up to sweep the ends with my thumbs before tugging them.

She moaned, “Just like that.”

As I ground my hips, she tightened, squeezing my tip, and I thrust right back in.

It was my turn.

I lifted her off the wall and switched positions, so my back was now pressed against it, and I said, “Make me come.”

As she held on to my shoulders and bounced on my cock, I pulled the dress over her head and unhooked the bra from behind her back, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. I bit the end, sucking it, feeling her buck every time my teeth pierced her skin.

She dug her nails into my shoulders, her back now arching, her body rising and falling, taking me in all the way.

“Faster,” I ordered.

James listened.

But, this time, she kept me plunged inside while she circled her hips, my dick reaching the spot I knew she liked.

I moved on to her other nipple, sucking it so hard, she cried out, “I’m coming.”

I could feel it.

She was pulsing around my cock, her body frozen as the pleasure worked its way through. Making sure she felt every wave, I grabbed her hips and pumped into her, getting her to scream even louder. And, as she started to quiet just a little, I pounded out my orgasm, shooting my cum inside her, her clenched pussy sucking out every drop.

When we both stilled, I stayed inside her and moved us over to the couch. She was panting. Her hair was wild, her skin red from all the places my beard and teeth had roughed her up. I felt more wetness begin to leak on my balls, and I lifted her just a little, so I could see myself pouring out of her.

It was the hottest fucking sight.

Me mixed with her.

I watched it pool over the base of my dick, and once it stopped, I lifted her again and carried her into the bedroom where I whispered, “Shower,” into her ear.