“Shh,” he growls into my ear. “Quiet, princess.”
Except that voice in my ear, with his breath hot and teasing across my exposed neck only makes me gasp again, my body shuddering against him.
His hands slide to my waist, pushing me hard against the wall behind me as he pins me tight with that huge body of his. His bulge pulses against me, and when he moves again and those goddamn earrings slide wetly over my clit again, a tremble teases through my whole body.
He goes still, and my face burns hot as I swear I can hear him grinning.
He knows.
He knows I’m wet, and I know he can feel the heat radiating out from between my legs against his rock-hard cock. He can feel me squirming, and when I feel him lean close and growl right into my ear, I tremble under his grip.
“Better keep still, sweetheart,” he rasps into my ear.
I bite my lip, squeezing my eyes shut as the forbidden pleasure teases through me. Heat pools between my legs, soaking my panties as his swollen cock throbs against me and the earrings roll over my clit like the two most expensive little sexy toys in history.
He moves again, his hips grinding tighter, and I know damn well he’s doing it on purpose. I pant quietly, my knees shaking, my eyes squeezed shut against the forbidden heat shivering through me. His enormous bulge pulses against me, and my whole face burns, knowing I’m literally seconds away from being so wet that it’s going to drip down my fucking thighs.
This is wrong. This is insane. But God help me, I can’t stop the feelings.
…And I don’t want to.
The heat grows hotter, and fiercer, and my breath comes rasping, not even caring if he can tell anymore. He growls into my ear, his hands tightening on my hips as we rock together against the wall, until suddenly, he pulls away.
I gasp, jarred out of the forbidden pleasure like he’s just poured ice water over me. I blink in the darkness, panting, trying to catch my breath and stop my spinning head, when I realize the office is quiet. The man pauses before suddenly, he slides the hidden door open.
The office is empty.
“Time to go, princess,” he growls, grabbing my arm and yanking me breathless and red-faced out of the hidden room.
I’m so worked up, and I can feel the forbidden heat still burning through me, even as I want to scream “what the fuck is wrong with you!” at myself.
“Wait, go where—”
I gasp as he suddenly lifts me up, my heart jumping into my throat as the guy freaking tosses me over his shoulder. And before I know it, he’s striding from the room carrying me like some sort of caveman’s conquest.
“Are you crazy?!” I hiss, kicking at him. “Put me down!”
The man says nothing, striding down the hall faster as we hear footsteps coming up the staircase down the hall. He jogs around the corner of the hallway, carrying me like I weigh nothing at all as he makes a beeline for the service elevator at the end of the hallway.
“I said,” I spit again. “Put me the hell down!”
He’s silent as he jabs the elevator button. Silent, dominant, and hot.
“I don’t think you’re listening!” I hiss. “I could scream, you know!”
“Yeah?” His voice sounds half amused.
“Go ahead. You want the guards to find us?”
“Says the man kidnapping me?!”
He just chuckles.
“You want to play innocent bystander, princess?” He swings me off his shoulder, planting me against the elevator doors with his hand flat against the doors to either side of me.
“Sure, let’s play that game. Go ahead and scream. And when they do show up, you can tell them why you’ve got a quarter billion of diamonds from behind a locked, theft-proof case hanging around your neck. I’m sure they’d love to hear it. Shit, so would I.”
I glare at him, my pulse still racing.
He grins smugly. “That’s what I thought.”
I gasp as the service elevator doors open behind me, and suddenly, he’s ushering us in and jabbing the close door button. The elevator drops, past the first floor of the sprawling mansion and down into the basement and the underground garage. The doors open, and I’m half expecting him to toss me over his shoulder again. But this time, he just grabs my hand in is huge one and pulls me after him.
We race past Martin’s sports cars, past the cars of the other guests of the dinner party, until we get to a jet-black Mercedes. The man who still has my pulse racing and lightning teasing over my skin pops the trunk, turns, and looks at me.
“Uh, what?”
“Get in.”
My eyes narrow at him. “No fucking way.”
“In. Now.”
“How about go fuck yourself?” I spit back, crossing my arms over my chest.