“He’s welcome to watch. I hear he likes that.”
I can feel Darcy laugh gently against my neck.
“From what I hear, he could benefit from some pointers.”
“And if he decides he wants to have me too?”
Darcy growls, low and deep. Finally. I’ve touched a nerve.
“He can’t fucking have you.”
Fuck, I shouldn’t like that so much, but I totally do.
“You heard him earlier,” I say. “I bet he’d like to put me in my place.”
This is the point where I should be taking my hand out of Darcy’s pants. But while my brain is sending the signals, my hand is not cooperating. Like a complete traitor, it strokes Darcy’s cock again instead.
“Wickham couldn’t even put his own initials in their place in the alphabet.”
Admittedly, I giggle at that. I shouldn’t have, because now Darcy’s hands aren’t on my breasts anymore—they’re cupping my jaw in his hands.
“Cut the bullshit, Lizzie. You want this. I want this. There’s something between us that needs to be settled in one way or another. I know you can feel it too. We’re better off sorting it out now, before business complicates matters. Once contracts start rolling in and lines start being signed…” Darcy sighs, looking down at me with the utmost seriousness in his eyes. “I don’t know if we’ll get another chance.”
“Okay,” I find myself saying. “Just…let me go lock the door.”
He smiles an awful kind of smile. The kind of smile that can melt a girl’s panties right off of her and make her too ashamed to call her mother for a week after all at once.
“No,” he says. “Or is Lizzie of the Bennet Babes afraid of a little danger?”
Oh shit. I know he’s baiting me…but he’s so fucking hot. He’s hard. He’s way too fun to play with, and he’s right.
We might not get another chance.
I take the bait.
“Oh, honey,” I say, smiling up at him daringly. “Danger’s my middle name.”
He kisses me again, and there’s something triumphant about the way he does it. That’s when I figure it out. He’s self-made because he likes to win, but he likes to work at it, too. With his money, looks, and charms, other girls probably give him whatever he wants the second he asks for it. This is a challenge for him. I’m a challenge for him.
Fucking good.
Now I know he’s up for it.
“Now, get those fucking shorts off,” he growls.
His fingers hook beneath my tank top and bra where they’ve bunched up around my waist. He finishes yanking them down over my hips and I shimmy out of them until they drop down my legs and to the floor.
“Is that what you want, Darcy?” I tease, stepping out of my discarded top.
“You wanna see me totally naked for you, huh?”
“You know I do.”
His eyes hood over gorgeously. He looks like he’s about to pounce on me any minute.
Oh, yeah. I know you do.
“Sit,” I tell him, nodding to the chair in front of my computer. Like I’m ordering a trained puppy instead of a sexy, domineering billionaire.