“Are you going to go home before the year is out?”
I shake my head. “No, definitely not. We may even stay another year. I’m trying to talk my parents into visiting me.”
“I’m so happy you’re here. I...” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear as I hold my breath, but the moment is interrupted by the glass door opening. Both our eyes flicker up to the doorway. I immediately stand up guiltily. Alastar stands before me. Where has he been hiding?
His angry eyes flick between Mark and I.
“Hello, Star. You remember Emerson?
Alastar’s eyes glare at me. “I remember,” he breathes angrily.
He continues to stare at me but doesn’t speak. It’s Mark who breaks the silence. “Star is one of the top photographers in the country. You have some work for sale tonight, don’t you?” He nods as his hungry eyes drop down my body then rise back to my face. I stand still on the spot as I feel his fury seep out into the small courtyard. I flutter at the feel of his eyes on my body. Cut it out, you sex craved bitch.
“So you are in charge of customer relations?” he asks with a raised brow.
I nod nervously as I drain my glass. This is bad. Really bad. One guy I’m dreaming about and messaging, who I also told I was single, is now talking to the other guy who is dreaming about me and thinks we have a thing who I am trying to escape.
How freaking cozy.
“Can I steal Emerson to introduce her to a client of mine?” Alastar asks casually.
“Of course,” Mark replies, clearly annoyed by the interruption.
My horrified eyes stare him down. What is he doing? He fakes a smile.
“This way.” He gestures toward the door and Mark bends to pick up his glass. Alastar’s face falls instantly betraying his fury. Oh crap. I swallow the lump in my throat. Alastar opens the courtyard door and I follow him tentatively. We walk down the corridor a few feet and he opens a door and pulls me in, it seems to be a large storage cupboard. He flicks the light on. “What do you think you’re doing?” He growls.
I don’t answer.
“You don’t sleep with anyone else. Do you fucking hear me?”
I frown. “Wait. What?”
He shakes his head angrily. “I said… you do not sleep with anyone, especially not that idiot.” He’s near yelling.
I snatch my arm from his grip.
“Why do you touch me like that?” I yell.
“Like what?”
“Like you own me.”
“That’s because I do, you just don’t know it yet.”
Huh?
“Where were you last night?” he barks.
“What?”
“Why didn’t you text me last night?”
I screw up my face. What the hell?
“Were you with him?”
My face falls. Am I in the twilight zone? “No, I was not with him.”
I glare at Alastar as the electricity tingles between us. He’s angry, infuriating, and goddamn it if he isn’t the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
“I-I was waiting for you to call me,” I stammer. “But, of course, you didn’t.”
He stands close to me, only inches from my face as he sucks in air to try and calm himself down.
He’s jealous. Oh my God, he’s jealous. Exhilaration fills me.
His dark eyes hold mine before they slip down, scanning my body and then resting on my breasts. I can feel his arousal; the need coming from his body is blanket thick.
“I just need one night,” he whispers almost to himself
His dark eyes drop to my lips.
“Then take it,” I whisper.
Chapter 7
My eyes search his as he glares at me. He’s furious that I just said that, but why?
Unable to control himself, he grabs my hand and aggressively places it over his crotch.
“This cock has been hard and weeping for you since you kissed me two weeks ago.” He growls. “It’s painful and the bastard won’t go down. I want to know what you plan on doing about it…”
Instincts take over my thought process and I squeeze the hard bulge beneath my hand.
Feels so good.
I pull my hand away and slide it inside his jeans, underneath his jocks.
“You want me to feel it, then let me really feel it… and, actually, it was you who kissed me first. Not the other way around.” I whisper as I squeeze the hard shaft that’s wet with pre-ejaculate.
Holy fucking fuck.
I feel my insides start to liquefy; he’s rock hard, hot and hung—the most perfect thing I have ever felt in my life.
Then he is on me, his large bee stung lips covering mine, as his hand pushes into the back of my hair, his tongue pushing through my mouth while my hand remains down his pants. He lunges forward as his body pumps his dick into my hand and it’s all I can do not to drop to my knees and suck him dry.
This is insane. What am I doing?
He kisses me again and his tongue brings me to a halt. I feel a rush of cream as my arousal hits new heights. With one of his hands holding my head to his, his hips lunge forward and my hand slides down the thick shaft through the pre-ejaculate lubricant.