“I hadn’t even kissed her until tonight. Do you have any idea what a crime against humanity this has been?” Ambrose turned and eyed her appreciatively. “A month of cold showers was cruel and unusual punishment.”
Ambrose turned back to Banner. “But if you don’t want her, by all means, get the fuck out of my house. I have a long list of depraved things I mean to do to her.”
As Kate watched, Banner seemed to grow a foot taller and sprout fangs and horns.
“Get out,” Banner growled.
“You’re kicking me out of the room?” Ambrose said in mock disapproval. “This is my house. You’re not even going to let me watch?”
“Out!” Banner bellowed.
Ambrose laughed loudly. “So does this mean you want her back, then? Because I have some ginger in the fridge with her name on it . . .”
Banner gave him a shove toward the door, then grabbed the other man in a bear hug.
“Yeah, I love you, too, asshat. Now let go of me. Your hard-on is weirding me out.” Ambrose pushed him away and started to pull the door closed behind him.
Down the hall, Konstantin was issuing stern commands in Russian, but as the door clicked shut all Kate could hear was the blood rushing in her ears.
When Banner turned back to her, she was pretty sure the fangs were still there.
“Did you know?”
“What? That he didn’t like me like that?” Kate asked, not sure she liked the look in his eye.
“Oh, he likes you like that. If I called him back in here he’d agree to double-team you in a heartbeat.” Banner’s smile was grim. “I’d offer you the chance to try DP, but if he ever touches you again, I’ll break his legs.”
“What’s DP?”
Banner blinked at her, then grinned. “Bless your innocent heart. Well, my dear, that’s when two men take their dicks and . . .”
She put her hands over her ears, afraid of what he’d say next. His mouth kept moving, but she hummed so she didn’t hear him.
When he started to laugh she took a chance and let go of her ears.
“No?” He sat on the edge of the bed and dragged her onto his lap, burying his face in her hair and inhaling. “Mmm. You smell so sexy. You’re lucky he didn’t give you back at the beginning of the party, or I would have fucked you in the middle of the kitchen.”
“I can’t believe I was begging you to.” She covered her face with her hands. There had to have been seven or eight people in the room, looking at her naked body and listening to her beg for Banner to fuck her. So slutty. “Sexually empowered” was the appropriate terminology, but in this instance she was having trouble feeling that enlightened about things. She poked around in her head, wondering if sub drop was setting in, but this time it seemed less serious.
Banner held her quietly for a few minutes, gripping her so tight that she wondered if he was going to crack one of her ribs.
“So, after all that, do you want me, too, or do you wish I’d left you with Ambrose? Or maybe you don’t want either of us? It’s your choice.”
She feigned shock. “What? I get a say? And here I thought I didn’t get an opinion, just a safeword.”
Banner kissed her, then, possessively claiming her mouth. When she was breathless he pulled back.
“Of course you get a choice. Just say the word, and I’ll let you go. I’ll call a cab or drive you home myself.” He shifted under her, and she felt his dick prodding at her bottom from through the leather pants.
“You’d make me go home, after I begged so nicely?”
“What did you beg me for? It’s been a long night. You need to refresh my memory.”
“Jeez, you must be getting old. You might want to have your memory checked,” she teased, burying her hands in his thick dark hair and giving it a playful tug.
His expression turned dangerous. “Hmm . . . I remember something about ‘Master, I’ve been a bad girl. Will you please fuck my ass?’ Does that sound about right?”
Kate gasped and struggled to get off his lap, but he picked her up and shoved her facedown on the bed.