After You (Because of You 2)

Not looking at all pleased, Derek nods his head. “And how often do you see that happening?”

“I can’t promise it will happen every single week, but I’ll do my best to clear one day a week. I’ll try to take a day off like normal people.”

“Normal people get two days off,” he informs me. “And they have work days—which end at some point, so they can do other things.”

“That’s not going to happen,” I tell him right back. “I can’t do that.”

“Then maybe you should hire someone else. Or give your current employees more work and more hours. Or, I don’t know, take on fewer clients. It sounds like you have overscheduled yourself in a big way.”

“Hey, remember when I told you we can only be booty calls? Booty calls don’t get to interfere with my life. That’s not what a booty call is.”

“Hey, remember when I kidnapped you? I’m thinking about doing it again,” he states.

“Good luck,” I tell him, running my hands over his muscular shoulders. “You need me drunk to take advantage of me. I’m not drinking anything around you ever again.”

“Lies,” he tells me, brushing my hair off my neck, tipping my head sideways, and placing his perfect lips against my neck.

“I am not going to fuck you right now,” I inform him more forcefully, since I know his tricks.

“Huh?” he asks, with mock innocence. “I’m just kissing you. Jeeze, can’t a guy kiss his booty call? What good is having a booty call if I’m not allowed to even kiss her?”

“I kissed various parts of you already today. It’s work time, not play time.”

“Remember when I told you I only want to deal with Nikki, not Nicole? I think I invited the wrong one to my house this weekend.”

Cracking a smile, I arch against him as his lips touch a particularly sensitive patch of skin. “You did. Nicole is all work and no play. She’s going to take an axe to your face if you try to seduce her right now, so… you know, fair warning.”

His hand slides around my side, dropping low to cup my ass. “Oh, man, wouldn’t want that to happen, now would we?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re pushy?” I ask him, reaching back to shove his hand away.

“Never. Has anyone ever told you that you’re uptight?” Placing his hand against my chest, he shoves me back on his bed. “Someone really needs to help you out with that. Lucky for you, I know a guy.”

“Derek Noble,” I say, lifting my eyebrows as he climbs on top of me.

“That’s his name, how’d you know?” he asks, sinking his hard body against mine.

Even through his clothes, I can feel his heat as his weight comes down on top of me. I bring my arms up against his chest to try to shove him off, but it’s a fruitless venture. He’s too strong, too heavy, too forceful. It shouldn’t turn me on that he’s such a fucking brute, but as he grabs my hands and pins me down, arousal curls through me.

“Get off me,” I mutter at him, half-heartedly.

“Nope. Not until I get you off,” he replies, pushing his face into my neck. His kisses trigger even more pleasure, but I still resist.

Sighing, I tell him, “Derek, I don’t have time for an orgasm.”

He pauses, lifting his head to pin me with his blue eyes as effectively as his hands pin my wrists. “Then you are definitely living your life wrong, Harmon. Thank God I’m here to save you.”

“You don’t get to save me,” I mutter, lifting my leg to legitimately try to knee him now. “I don’t need to be saved, asshat. I saved myself. You were the thing I needed saving from. We discussed this.”

“Past tense,” he informs me. “I retired from that life. Now I’m the prince, and the prince is damn sure going to give you an orgasm.”

“I don’t think you understand the rules of being Prince Charming. Literally as soon as the princess says ‘no thanks’ the prince has to respectfully shuffle away and jerk off to porn in the bathroom. There’s none of this pushing of his affections, no matte

r how well-meaning.”

Screwing up his face, he says, “All right, maybe the prince life isn’t for me.”

I can’t help smiling, and like the vulture he is, he pounces on my happiness, covering my lips with his and stealing his way into my mouth. I want to curse him, I want to race to my car so I can get home and get back to work, but then his fingers tangle in my hair, his hand slides down the front of my pants, and I can’t remember why.