She quickly stepped back, keeping our interaction professional. “I’ll see you there.” She walked off without another word, her heels echoing against the hardwood floor.
I watched her go, my eyes following her until she was out of sight.
The elevator doors opened, and Autumn stepped inside my penthouse. Her curves were sexy in the tight dress, and her dark hair was in curls. She set her clutch on the table near the entryway then stepped farther into my home.
I left my scotch on the coffee table and rose to my feet, drinking in her beauty in a whole new light. She’d never looked more beautiful as when I couldn’t have her. When I stared at her across the room and watched Connor touch her like he had every right to do whatever he wanted, it pissed me off.
Because she was mine.
I crossed the distance between us, feeling her large eyes home in on my face. She held my look with the same confidence, her shoulders back and her chest out.
I moved into her body and wrapped my arms around her petite waist. My mouth immediately descended and I kissed her, kissed her the way I’d wanted all night. I dug my hand deep into her hair, and I yanked on it gently just to feel that she was real.
She kissed me back, like she’d been looking forward to my kiss. She devoured me with the same enthusiasm, her hands sliding up my bare chest until she reached my strong shoulders. She’d been pissed at me earlier, but now that I was caressing her with my kisses, it was like that anger had never arisen in the first place.
She came here to talk, but that impending conversation didn’t seem important anymore. My goal was to get her here and away from Connor. Now her body was wrapped in my arms, and she was sticking her tongue down my throat.
Mission accomplished.
We didn’t make it to the bedroom and settled for the couch. Her dress was yanked up to her waist, her heels were kicked across the room, and then she was on her back, pressed into the corner of my couch.
I fucked her into that corner, giving it to her harder than I ever had before.
She yanked me into her like I wasn’t going fast enough, and the climaxes squeezed my dick until it was bruised. Sweat glistened across my skin, but the heat and fatigue didn’t deter me. I was buried between her legs, exactly where I wanted to be. It felt so good, so tight and wet.
I loved fucking her.
When I finally came, I filled so much of the condom I was afraid it would rip. This woman got my engine revving in special ways. She heightened my senses, made me combust with lust. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, tasting her sweat and mine, before I pulled out and rolled the condom off in the bathroom.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead with a towel then stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was messy from the way her fingers had run through it, and there was a thin film of sweat over my chest. Subtle marks from the tips of her heels had left indentations in my skin.
I knew I was a lucky man.
I didn’t have everything—but now I had her.
I walked back into the living room, and she had already composed herself. Her dress was down, her heels were back on, and her hair had been fixed with her fingertips. Like she hadn’t just been fucked on my couch, she sat with her legs crossed and her back perfectly straight.
Made me want to fuck her again.
I sat beside her, my hand moving to her thigh. I squeezed her gently. “I enjoyed that.”
“Me too.” Her gaze moved to my blank TV before she slowly turned her gaze back on me.
“I doubt you would have enjoyed Connor so much.” No man could fuck her as well as I could. Not only did I have the right tools, but I also had the right engine. She was guaranteed a good time when I was in between her legs. I could make her feel fuller than any other man could.
The corner of her lips rose in a smile. “Wow…you’re so jealous.”
“Not jealous.”
She scoffed. “If that’s not jealous, I don’t know what is.”
My fingers tightened on her thigh. “Were you going to go home with him?”
“I don’t see why I have to answer you.”
“Is that a yes?” I pressed.
She continued to smile. “I’ll never tell.”
I pulled my hand away, feeling another wave of nausea rush through me. Just picturing her with him made me sick. Anytime I fantasized about her, her legs were spread for only one person—me.
“What did you want to talk about?” she asked. “Because I hope our conversation about Connor is over.”
“I guess I wanted to clarify a few things.”
“Alright.” She uncrossed her legs and turned her gaze on me.
“I’m not looking for a relationship, and I never will. But I don’t want to share you with anyone either. It’s not about love, just possessiveness. I don’t want you screwing other men when I can give you exactly what you’re looking for. We both know you aren’t going to find someone who can fuck you as good as I can.”
“You aren’t arrogant at all…”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
She smiled.
I leaned closer to her, my hand moving to the back of her neck under her hair. “Tell me.”
Her smile faded away, and the resignation moved into her expression. She knew she couldn’t deny what I said—not when it was true. “You aren’t wrong.”
Hearing the words from her red lips sent a
