Florence’s eyes are glazed over, like she can’t believe what she’s hearing. I can practically see the gears turning in her head. “He bought it…for you?” She seems to be having trouble connecting the dots.
Seeing the opportunity laid out before me, I go in for the kill. “He did. He said I look amazing in it. So, I don’t know. Call me crazy, but maybe he doesn’t really hate the color. At least, not on me. Maybe,” I say thoughtfully, my tone growing more venomous with each word, “he just hates the color on you.” Reaching out, I flick a piece of her red hair off her shoulder, driving it home in case my words haven’t fully set in yet.
They do now, though.
Her expression crumbles as I pivot around on my way out the door. Pausing with my hand on the door, I turn. “Oh, and Florence, just so you know, we’ll be changing the locks on the apartment first thing in the morning, so you can just toss that key away since you won’t have any use for it anymore.”
I can’t contain my smile as I find my way back to our table. Rebel is standing, buttoning his suit jacket, as I come up behind him.
“Hey,” I say softly, skimming my hand over his tight ass as I come up behind him and he circles around to face me.
His smile is instant, if not a little confused. I’ve been rebuffing him all evening, and now I have the urge to put my hands all over him. I know I’m fucked up in the head and my continual back and forth method of poor decision making is enough to make a person’s head spin, but I don’t care to think about it now. After my encounter with Red, I have this animalistic desire to claim Rebel in the most primal way.
All I can think about is finding a secluded corner, tearing this monkey suit that makes his broad shoulders appear even wider off him, and screwing his brains out. Or rather, have him screw my brains out. Against a wall. In plain sight of anyone who might walk by.
Adrenalin is pulsing through me, spiking the arousal that’s traveling down between my legs and soaking my panties.
“Are you okay? You look…flushed.” Rebel touches his hand to my cheek and I turn my face into it, licking the center of his palm.
“I’m horny as hell,” I whisper for his ears only. “If I don’t have you inside me in the next five minutes, I’m going to combust. What do you say we call the car and have your driver take us for a spin around the block a few times?”
Rebel’s eyes darken, his nostrils flaring. Between us, I feel his cock punch out against his fly, pressing into my navel. Cupping my face in both hands now, he leans down to brush his lips against mine. A low moan rips through both of us, and Rebel’s kiss grows more demanding. His lips crush mine and his tongue sneaks out to taste me.
“You have the worst fucking timing,” he growls under his breath. Lifting his head, he peers down at me, the hunger in his eyes blazing like wildfire. “I’m due onstage in less than two minutes.”
You’ve got to be kidding me. Thinking back, I remember what he told me before I left his side. Somewhere in my urgent need to stake my claim, I forgot that we were here for a purpose.
A low, keening sound rises in my throat. “I completely forgot. Can’t you just…skip it?” I sound whiny. I hate whiny chicks. Great, another thing to be irritated with myself over. Not only can’t I seem to keep it in my pants when I’m around him, but Rebel’s turning me into a whiny baby.
Rebel chuckles softly. “I’d say yes, if I wasn’t the keynote speaker. Think you can live without me for thirty minutes?”
“Thirty minutes! Are you trying to kill me?”
From the corner of my eye, I see Mr. Donnelly leave his seat. Approaching us, he murmurs, “Thirty seconds,” over Rebel’s shoulder.
Cutting his gaze to Donnelly, Rebel nods sharply then returns his attention to me. “If that were the case, it’d be with orgasms, not disappointment.” Dropping another kiss on my mouth, he presses his thumb to my bottom lip. “Sit down and be a good girl while I’m gone, and when I get back, I’ll call the car around.”
“I’m not sure I can wait that long,” I tell him honestly. My sex is clenching just thinking about the things I want to do with him.
“Then I tell you what.” Leaning down, he presses his lips to my temple and whispers in my ear. “While I give my speech, I want to you pull your panties down and finger fuck that sweet pussy for me until I get back.”
Air catches in my throat and I gape up at him. “I’m not doing that.”
“You will. Go deep, pussycat. Just like I would. I’ll be keeping my eye on you, so don’t disappoint me or I’ll have to spank you again with my belt, and this time, I won’t be gentle.”
Goosebumps spread down my arms as he walks away and my body vibrates as I take my seat and scoot as far under the table as it will allow. The lights go down and on stage, a spotlight shines on Rebel as he addresses the audience.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and thank you for joining me tonight in honoring Donnelly and Townsend—the leader in innovative and cutting edge design technologies—for their excellence in branding and development.”
The audience applauds. His answering smile is brilliant, his eyes glittering with amusement as he continues his speech. Laughter erupts at something he’s said, but I don’t hear a word of it. When his eyes fall on me, I push the wet stretchy material covering me away, and plunge my fingers deep into my core.
SIXTEEN
“You’re so fucking hot.” Rebel grunts as he shoves his way inside me, his hips taking up a brutal rhythm that’s sure to leave me walking funny for days.
Unable to wait for the car, we’ve managed to find a secluded area in a closed off section of the building, just beyond the reach of the ballroom. As soon as Rebel finished his speech, he retrieved me from the table and dragged me through a maze of hallways, climbing over red velvet ropes that served as poor barriers where Rebel was concerned.
He’s a determined lover. Once he sets his eyes on something he wants, he goes to any lengths necessary to get it. I love that about him. His desire for me is astonishing. That he’ll take me right here, in plain view of anyone who might venture this far from the party, risking his reputation and job just to have me, sends my pulse skyrocketing.
There’s nothing that turns me on more than a man who takes what he wants, damn the consequences.
“Harder, Rebel. Fuck me harder,” I pant, clawing my nails through his hair and fastening my legs tighter around his hips. My heels dig into his ass despite my best efforts to adjust the angle, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. If anything, Rebel seems spurred on by it.
Maybe he’s a closet masochist. You certainly won’t hear me complaining. Anything that can get Rebel this hot and bothered will immediately be added to my to-do list.
Gripping my butt cheeks hard enough to bruise, Rebel pries them apart, his fingers so long they touch. He plays with both holes, spreading my juices along my crack. His cock plunges deeper, nudging my womb, as one finger traces my back door. A shiver races down my spine at the contact, and I push my hips back, pressing down to increase the pressure.
A current of electricity runs through us, building the longer and harder he pumps into me. As his finger plays with my puckered hole, his hips causing my back to slam into the concrete wall, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip.
It’s an aggressive act, but he loves it. His agonized groan morphs into a rolling growl of pleasure and I feel his cock thicken inside me. It spurs my own excitement. Without a barrier between us, I can feel every hard ridge of his length as it drills into me. I picture it, long and wide, plundering my depths, and grow breathless.