After All

Honestly, I don’t see why it’s a big deal.

Okay, I guess I can see why she’s freaking out. Kept telling me that I was getting in dangerous territory and that this could even jeopardize my contract with Boomerang or any other work in the future. No one wants to be uninsurable. Just look at Lindsay Lohan.

That’s not what I want. Fuck. Half the time I don’t know what I want.

I close my eyes and lean my head back again.

“Here you are.”

I must be dreaming. I open my eyes to see Alyssa standing among the lockers. Her hip juts out to the side, one hand on it, full of fucking sass.

“And here you are,” I tell her, unable to keep the grin off my face.

“Double fisting?” She nods at the drinks in my hand.

“Only for you,” I tell her, holding hers out to her.

She hesitates, her eyes jetting from the drink and back to my face. “What is this place, anyway? The seducing room?”

I chuckle, looking away briefly. “It’s where the club members keep their booze. The locker room.”

She steps toward me, running her fingers over the wood walls. “Such a fucking rich guy thing, isn’t it? Don’t you all have booze on your fancy ass boats?”

“We do,” I tell her. “But sometimes we’re lazy.” I pause, watching her carefully. “I’d be more than happy to take you to the boat though, show you around.”

“Not interested.”

“And yet here you are in the seducing room, looking for me.”

“I was looking for my drink,” she says breezily. She stops in front of me and takes the drink from my hands. I hang onto the glass for a few seconds too long, staring intently into her eyes before I let go.

She holds it in her hands, stares down at the liquid. Before my eyes, a wash of vulnerability comes over her, softening her features. She’s almost delicate.

It makes my dick ridiculously hard. Then again, what doesn’t.

“I just wanted to apologize for earlier,” she says quietly, avoiding my gaze.

“For what?”

“For telling you to fuck off. Not a very nice thing to say to a stranger.”

“I thought it was hot.”

She rolls her eyes. “You would.”

I shrug. “I think everything you do is hot. Just standing here right now with that pouty lip and your soft eyes and your gorgeous tits. I’m getting fucking hard as cement.”

Shocked, she meets my eyes and for a moment it really looks like she’s going to throw the drink in my face. I’m almost flinching. Second nature, I suppose.

I gesture to it. “Drink up, sunshine.”

“You’re unbelievable,” she says, shaking her head in disdain. But the annoyance is short-lived. She doesn’t throw the drink in my face, she doesn’t turn and walk away. Instead she stays and has a sip of the Manhattan.

That tells me I can push this as far as it can go.

I take a step toward her until she’s backed up against the wall and with one arm above her head I lean against the lockers, nearly fencing her in. “How is it?” I ask, keeping my voice low, my face closer to hers.

She swallows and I swear she purposely licks her lips. “It’s very good.” She glances up at me through her long lashes. “You were right about that one.”

“I’m right about most things,” I tell her. “I bet you’re absolutely gorgeous when you come.”

Even though I know she’s getting used to me, she still startles when I say that, unable to keep from reacting. Of course she’d be gorgeous when she comes, she’s gorgeous when she looks totally blindsided.

“You have quite the mouth on you, you know that?” she manages to ask smoothly.

I nod and slowly reach out, brushing her silky strands over her shoulder, my eyes fixated on the creamy slope of her neck. “I know. My mouth would love to take you down to the boat, spread your legs wide and bury my lips against you. I’ll lick and suck your sweet pussy for hours before I fuck you hard with my tongue.”

She stills, her eyes shimmering with want and shock and a million other things and I know I’ve got her.

I reach down and wrap my fingers around hers on the glass and lift it up to her lips. “Finish your drink. Then I’ll fuck you whichever way you want.”

Her eyes narrow and I can feel the heat from her gaze. I can’t tell if it’s sexual or anger based but either way, I think I finally crossed a line.

“Does that work on every girl you try and sleep with?” Her voice is raw.

“Normally other women don’t make me work so hard.”

She laughs dryly. “Oh my god. Emmett. You’re insane. Can your ego get any bigger?”

“No and my dick definitely can’t either,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and placing it against my crotch where I’m straining against the tuxedo pants.

She gasps but her hand still grips me, hard enough that my eyes fall closed, wanting, needing more of that delicious friction.

“You see what you’re doing to me?” I whisper to her. “Why I have to work so hard?”

She clears her throat as I close the tiny gap between us. “You call spouting off lines from erotica as working hard? Please, I eat romance novels for breakfast, you’re no different from the vapid dirty-talking alphas I read. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a Kindle highlighted with all the best lines to try.”

If I wasn’t so turned on and determined, I’d be laughing at that.

“Except that I’m real and I’m here, right now. Don’t you think it’s time you got fucked by someone who knows how?”

She couldn’t look more unimpressed. “Why the hell do you think I’m not getting properly laid? That’s mighty presumptuous of you.”

“I can just tell.”

“Oh yeah? Can you tell I’m about to walk away and leave you to deal with your massive erection on your own?”

And at that, she turns on her heel and starts walking away.

Damn. She wasn’t joking.

Without thinking, I reach out and grab her arm, pulling her back and into me. One hand goes behind her head, the other around the small of her waist.

She looks at me with big blue eyes.

She knows what’s about to happen.

The risk is if she likes it or not.

A risk worth taking.

I kiss her, hard enough that she gasps, breathless, my lips pressed flushed against hers until she yields, her mouth opening. She moans into me, my tongue sliding in sweet. God, she tastes like sugar and spice, better than I imagined.

My hand buries into her hair, tilting her head so I can kiss her with everything I have. I know I’ve been watching her all night, wanting her, wanting this, but I’ve never felt such a primal need until this moment. The urge to be inside her, deep, fucking deep, is all I can think about.

I hear the glass drop from her hand, bouncing on the carpet, while my tongue and lips work feverishly against her mouth, a searing, rhythmic kiss. I brush my hand over her breast until I feel her nipple harden underneath the material.

A groan escapes her lips which only deepens my drive. I pull the edge of the fabric aside until her breast pops out, her nipple rosy and stiff. I lower my head and suck it gently into my mouth before giving it a gentle bite.