After watching Dani for a few more seconds, I decided I was definitely sick and twisted when it came to her. The desire to punch Becker out and drag Dani away from him was still as strong as it had been when they’d walked through the door. Maybe worse!
It didn’t help as my eyes roamed over Dani’s form. I knew her well enough to recognize that her appearance wasn’t really her usual style. The black dress she was wearing was a formal, but it had a figure-hugging design, and the hem landed well above her knees. Once again, she was wearing a ridiculously high pair of stiletto heels that were black, and I had to pull my mind out of the gutter as I wondered what kind of lingerie she was wearing under that cock teaser of a dress.
Her hair was in a sleek bob, the black dress enhancing the red of those bouncy strands. I had no idea what was up with the heavy makeup she was wearing. From what I’d observed, she didn’t seem like the type to layer makeup onto her skin. She certainly didn’t need it to be fuckable. Really, all she needed to do was breathe and my dick was hard. I was pretty sure any guy with a healthy sex drive would feel the same way.
I motioned for a waiter to bring me another Scotch. I desperately needed it now that I’d seen Dani with Becker.
I watched as the couple progressed around the room, Dani quietly staying by Becker’s side, the expression on her face not quite what I’d expect from a woman who was excited to be with her date. Her smile was weak and unnatural, and her demeanor was submissive, something I knew damn well wasn’t normal.
The event was crowded and she’d never noticed my presence, which was just what I’d wanted. I’d situated myself that way purposely. I could watch her, but she wasn’t seeing me.
Over the last year, I’d become damn good at stalking her undetected, which was something I wasn’t exactly proud of, but I’d accepted the fact that I couldn’t lose the overwhelming desire to protect her. The tendency was much too strong— even for me—to stuff back down and ignore.
Eventually, they moved to the bar. Becker shoved some pink and fluffy drink at Dani, and he accepted what I assumed was some kind of gin from the bartender.
It seemed like Becker was doing all the talking, because she was just nodding obligingly back at him with the same false smile.
Finally, she put her drink on the bar and then headed off alone. It was the moment I’d waited for and I discreetly followed her.
Because I’d been watching women coming in and out of the restroom, I had to wait for the last female I’d seen go in to exit again before I entered.
Dani was drying her hands by the time I plowed through the door.
She took a superficial look at me. But within a blink of an eye, her gaze snapped back to me again with astonishment. “Marcus? What in the hell are you doing here? And you can’t be in here. It’s the ladies’ room.”
I didn’t care where we were. Everyone was out of the restroom, and I needed to talk to her. I crossed my arms as I leaned against the counter. She wasn’t going anywhere. “There’s nobody else in here. Why are you with him, Danica? I warned you about Becker. I’m not here for no reason. He’s dangerous.”
“And I remember telling you that I wasn’t about to heed your warning, Marcus,” she answered tightly.
She tried to duck around me after she dried her hands, but failed miserably.
I moved to block her exit. “What is it with you and Becker? Does he have some kind of control over you? Because I sure as hell don’t believe you’re enjoying yourself.”
She shrugged. “He’s hot. He’s rich. Plenty of women want to be with him.”
My calm resolve was beginning to waver. I pinned her against the granite vanity where the sinks were located, preventing her escape. “That’s bullshit, Dani, and we both know it.” I swiped my hand against her cheek. “How many layers of makeup are you wearing?”
“Greg likes me to wear it like this,” she protested, pushing against my chest. “And it doesn’t matter to me.”
“What in the hell do you need from him that you aren’t getting? What is he doing for you? You told me you weren’t sleeping with him.”
“I’m not. But maybe I want to be with him,” she answered angrily. “What in the hell does it matter to you?”
My ability to think rationally was challenged, and I was so incensed at the idea that she might want to sleep with Becker that I threaded a hand through that sleek, sexy red hair and lowered my head, my mouth crashing down on hers.
I wasn’t gentle with her, but I could be. Dammit! She belonged in my bed and not Becker’s. Never Becker’s! I’d give her whatever the hell she needed to get away from that asshole.
I felt the exact moment she gave in to the kiss, her body melting against mine and her arms twining around my neck.
Any sense of reason I had was gone as I lifted my head, my breath sawing in and out of my lungs like I’d just run a marathon. Fuck! I could not resist this woman for some unknown reason. I wanted to claim her as mine, but I sure as hell couldn’t do it here.
My hands stroked down her back and landed on her shapely ass. I kissed the sensitive skin of her neck as I lifted her short skirt in a damn frenzy.
My cock was rock-hard as I realized she was wearing very little under her dress. Just a tiny pair of panties and a garter belt to hold up those sheer stockings.
Her breathless moan of pure desire almost made me come undone as my hand moved between her thighs, where my fingers met her silken heat below her barely there panties.
“Does he make you feel this, Danica?” I asked demandingly, watching her head fall back as I stroked through her wet folds and teased the tiny bundle of nerves that was practically begging to be touched.
“Marcus. Somebody could come in here,” she said, panting.
The throaty, needy tone of her voice as she said my name made my cock throb painfully.
I ignored it. This wasn’t about me…
However, she was right about being too exposed, so I quickly yanked her into one of the stalls and closed the door. The upscale bathroom cubicle provided full enclosure except for overhead. It offered more privacy, yet I’d still be able to hear if somebody entered.
Dani’s back was against the wooden wall, her expression raw and confused.
I stroked her cheek. “Does that turn you on, Dani? The thought that you might get caught while you come?”
She was adventurous. I knew that. And I honestly didn’t give a damn if she was screaming my name when somebody entered. Hell, I’d welcome anybody who would know that she was mine.
“No, that’s crazy,” she said tremulously.
“Is it?” I asked, my fingers on her pussy again.
Her head slammed back against the wood, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Oh, God. Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want you as much as you want me, Danica. I don’t want Becker touching you. I want it to be me who makes you come every damn time,” I rasped against the side of her neck.
My touch was firm on her clit, but not enough to send her over the edge. I was enjoying watching her pleasure too much for this to be over quickly.
“Why? Why me?” Her voice was quivering with raw passion.