Fucking hell. I was either about to murder someone or fire them—it really depended on who the fuck just burst into the room at the worst possible time imaginable.

“Sir.”

Jonas, of course. I sighed and opened my eyes, almost groaning at the look of disappointment I found on Evelyn’s face.

You and me both, sweetheart.

“You’re fired,” I grated, casting a glance toward the door before looking back down at the woman waiting for my attention. “Shut the door on your way out.”

“Mr. Stone, I admit the last situation I spoke of was just a ruse to get you in here, but this time it’s serious. Those women you kicked out of the party earlier are back.”

“What women?” Evelyn whispered, drawing my attention back to her. Her eyes widened with recognition and she asked, “The angel and the fairy? You kicked them out?”

“They were asked to leave, yes. Jonas, just escort them off the property. Threaten to call the police if you must.”

“That probably isn’t going to solve the issue.”

“Why the hell not?”

“They’ve contacted other guests and have gathered a large group to cause a scene. It has the potential to get out of hand very fast.”

Shit. Two women were easy enough to deal with, but having a group of other guests on their side made things a little stickier. The best way to nip it in the bud before things got out of control was a direct confrontation.

Yet all I could do was look down at Evelyn and realize that I didn’t really give a fuck.

I pushed myself up so I could face Jonas better as I said, “Let them stay. Tell them it was a mistake or whatever you think might calm them down. If the issue escalates, please ask Mr. Johnson to handle it. He owes me one.”

“Yes, sir.”

The moment he left the room, I hopped off the bed and rushed over to lock the door. I dimmed the lights to make it less obvious that the room was occupied and turned the ringer of my phone off before dropping it on the dresser.

“Where were we?” I asked as I approached the bed with a grin.

Evelyn had already crawled further up the mattress and made herself comfortable, the cat tail and ears discarded on the floor. She looked delectable.

When I got close, she reached her hands out and pressed them against my chest, halting me. I leaned back until I was sitting on my knees and frowned at her.

“Are you having second thoughts?”

“Not exactly. Just... I got caught up in the moment. Maybe we should talk more first.”

“Ahh,” I breathed out, nodding to her as I laid down on my side to face her. “Completely understandable. What would you like to talk about?”

“You don’t mind?”

Her voice was skeptical and it made me chuckle.

“Not at all. I love talking to you.”

“What about... that?”

I raised my eyebrows when she blushed and made a vague gesture, following her gaze down the bed. Ah. Her reaction definitely made sense. The bulge in my slacks was bordering on obscene.

“While I can’t control my cock’s reactions, I can certainly control what I do with it. I’m not an animal. It’ll go down.”

Her breath hitched and I studied her face closely. Her eyes were darting rapidly between my face and my dick and I felt the damn thing strain against the zipper when her eyelids fluttered.

“Say it again.”

“Say what again?”

There was a brief pause before she whispered, “Cock.”

If my hunch was correct, it seemed my girl liked dirty talk. Either that or my voice. Hopefully both.

“Why? Does it turn you on when I say cock?”

“Y-Yes. I... I’ve always loved your voice. It’s sexy.”

She definitely knew how to stroke a man’s ego, that was for sure. Unfortunately, my ego wasn’t the only thing that swelled after her breathless compliment.

Not an animal, I reminded myself as my cock throbbed. Damn, it was starting to get painful.

“Do you like dirty talk as well, kitten?”

I pushed myself up on my elbow to lean over her. She rolled onto her back like she was in a trance and her easy acceptance made it even harder to resist. Impossible, really.

“If you want to talk, you should probably push me away again,” I warned as I moved to position myself on top of her. Her legs spread automatically and I groaned. “I may not be an animal, but I’m not a saint, either. The signals you’re giving me right now are too much for a man to ignore.”

Evelyn smiled—equal parts seductive and bashful—before she reached out to pull me on top of her.

“That’s kind of the point,” she whispered before raising from the bed to kiss me.

It wasn’t a signal or a hint—it was a full-on red flag waving in front of a bull. Her legs locked around my hips and she rubbed up against me.

I gave up on trying to rein in the scraps of self-control I had left. After months of wanting to make her mine, nothing was going to stop me from finally doing it.