Chapter 88
Melissa
I couldn’t help it. I needed to be in his arms and he saw it.
He saw the need and how much I desired to just be there. His arms wrapped around my waist and pushed me nearer to him.
His nose brushed my cheek and the stubble beard was everything I wanted to touch my skin.
“I’m sorry Melissa. I’m sorry it took this long to come out and tell you it just felt-”
“It’s okay,” I blurted before he could finish. Maybe I should have let him finish but I really just wanted to enjoy the moment.
Silly tears wet my cheeks as his eyes looked at my face and his eyes held mine.
“I’ve missed you,” he blurted and a lump formed in my throat.
It felt like something suddenly transpired between us. His thumb reached for my lips and I parted my lips with a soft whine escaping.
My skin dusted in goosebumps and I knew for sure that I wanted him, wanted whatever he had in store for me.
Gripping the nape of my neck, his head tilted to the right and he stole the longest five seconds with my tongue swirling in obvious desperation for him.
He scooped his head so his lips were right next to my ear. Chills sprinted up my arms from his heady proximity. “Did you have fun tonight?” he asked in a menacing tone. “Aside from the part where Andra fucked us all up.” “She didn’t fuck me up,” I argued. “She may have caused a mess but it isn’t anything that cannot be redeemed.” “Hmm,” he sounded as his hand traveled up my back until it reached the nape of my neck. “And how can a redemption happen?”
“I’ll take care of the rest speeches. That’s it, make sure there’s no loophole again.” Not sure why I decided to poke the bear, but I did. “Fuck around to get Hillstate out of Jackson’s mouth too. That, I can do.”
Unhappy with my response, he moved me up against the wall. His huge, muscular chest eclipsed my back, and the only reason my face wasn’t pressed into the black paint in front of me was because my hands were bracing my body.
I grasped a little and he swallowed hard.
“It wasn’t fucking funny,” he said with his tone clear.”
I swallowed hard. “Do you want the redemption or not?”
I saw the look on his face, the furrows on his forehead, and how his brows arched in anger. I know Marcus hates this but the exact reason I’m doing it..
To dare him.
“I should do whatever I can as an employee and representative to get us out of the
“Fucking around is no way to do that,” he virtually spat. “We don’t do that.”
I said nothing in response to that and his hands pulled my face to him. “Is that clear?”
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“Yes,” I responded just as his hand traced the zipper to my gown Good to hear,” he whispered in such a sly, knowing voice that I feared what he was about to do.
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“You don’t fuck around.” With one hand my waist, keeping me in place, he slid the zipper of my outfit down until my back was exposed. His body was so close that I could feel his body heat against mine.
“What are–” I got trailed off with his hands
“Telling you of some of my rules”
“Rules?”
nnecting to my skin and sending a light signal to my nerves.
I still had no idea what this was or what we we
going to be after now but the craziest part was that my need to enjoy the moment and have him all around me and inside me was far more overwhelming than the urge to hear him say a few words.
“Yes. You can’t fuck around is a golden rule that can not be broken.”
I scoffed at how bizarre he was beginning to sound. “Is it because I said I could fuck around with Jackson??? Do you not know fuck–around could be a literary term.”
“Fucking, flirting, or even going on dates with anyone else is intolerable,” he said as he lowered the spaghetti sleeves down my arms.
I knew what he was doing. He was trying to get back at me for what I did at the
party.
He was doing too much for someone who hasn’t made his intentions clear and I had every right to step back and make him do things right.
I could easily turn around and put space between us. But I don’t seem to open my mouth, and I don’t seem to find it within me to step away from him.
“You liked fucking with me tonight, didn’t you?”
asked with his thumb trailing up my stomach. I bit the side of my mouth
and suck in a sharp breath as his finger runs along the elastic. “You like it when you trouble me.”
The soft–touch sends zing after zing of arousal down my legs. I wanted more obviously and so I held his hands wanting to trace it back to my stomach when his phone buzzed and interrupted us.
He cleared his throat at that point. “I uh, I need
to take
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I gave a small nod in response and he reached for his phone. He turned his back on me and raised the phone to his ear.
“Shit,” he blurted. “Why? I was uh- I was expecting.”
“Okay, sure.”
“Quite playing, I’ll tell you about it.”
My heart squeezed and I didn’t know what to think. What was he going to tell whoever that is?
A few words escaped his mouth and he shoved his phone back to his pocket. “We’ll have to cancel one slot.”
“Cancel?” I asked with my brow raised. “Are you expecting
yone else?”
He turned to me and his nose scrunched up. “Ian.”
My heart beat faster than I intended and the reaction must have shown
“Is–is he coming?” I asked trying to maintain composure, still.
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