“I’m going to the bathroom. What does it look like? Get out.” I do the opposite, taking a few steps closer. She starts to back up, until her back hits the wall.
“I’m not one for playing games. But maybe this once. Because it’s you, I’ll play along.”
“What games? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I cage her in, resting my forearm against the wall. Leaning in so my breath caresses her cheek, I say, “You know exactly what game you’re playing. The one where you play hard to get and pretend there’s zero urge inside you begging for me to rip this cute little dress off you and fuck you hard and fast with my mouth.” I watch the fire ignite in her beautiful eyes, so I continue. “Have my tongue devour you.” I raise my other arm so she has nowhere to go. “Should we pretend you’re not wet for me right now? Pretend you’re not wanting me to spread your silky thighs so I can do what I want to you.” I bring my body up against her, not hiding my erection. “If I tore this strap off your shoulder, exposing your beautiful tits, would your nipples already be hard and primed for me?”
“Levi.” My name is a soft plea, and I love it coming off her tongue.
I can’t help but grind slowly into her, the friction causing her eyes to fall shut. “What if my teeth wrapped around you and I sucked you hard into my mouth until your perfect little bud turned a deep plum?” She’s jelly in my arms. I bet if I stepped away, she’d fall to the ground. I’m starting to forget whose game this really is. If I don’t get myself in check, I’m going to fuck her in her parents’ bathroom without a care who hears.
I lower my arm, allowing my fingers to graze the side of her breast. Licking my lower lip, I bend down so she can feel my breath skate against her lips. “Or am I just making this all up because you have no interest?”
I’ve rendered my girl speechless.
Her eyes blink open, but her lips aren’t forming a single word. That’s right. I’ve got her exactly where I want her. “That’s what I thought. You think your boy toy knows how to use that thing in his pants?”
If she even answers, she’s going to get fucked against this wall, consequences be damned. Why the hell would I even ask that? The thought of that little shit inside her makes me murderous. “Answer me—”
“Hannah, you okay in there?”
Her eyes widen.
“Your little boy toy is beckoning you. Should I tell him you’re busy?” I can’t help it. I’m a selfish bastard sometimes. I grind into her, stealing the words right out of her.
“Yes,” she moans, not loud enough for him to hear.
“What was that?”
Again, I take advantage.
“Yes!” she says louder, her voice strained. This time, I steal her lips and kiss her savagely. She’s mere seconds away from falling apart in my arms, and I’m loving it. Before I pound her through the wall, I break away. I keep my composure, even though my heart is beating like a rapid drum.
“I think this game may end up being enjoyable after all.”
Before she has a chance to answer, I sneak back out the way I came.
Hannah
“Levi Dent’s office. I’m sorry, he’s in a meeting. Can I take a message? Angela Salem. Dinner confirmation. Will do. Bye-bye.” I slam the phone down. Another dinner confirmation? I hate him. No I don’t. This is just to get a rise out of me and it’s not going to work. Yes it is. No it’s not!
This game he thinks we’re playing? Well…it’s stupid. And I refuse to give in. I’m not letting him bait me with random women rubbing their dates with him in my face.
I check the time as the conference doors burst open, the team exiting for lunch. My eyes find Levi instantly, his easy-going smile causing a warmth in my belly. Screw him. It’s just hunger pains. I skipped breakfast.
“Great work everyone. Take lunch. We’ll reconvene in an hour.” He shakes hands with Samantha from legal and stalks over to my desk. I swear, if he says anything cocky, I’m going to take my umbrella and stab him in the—
“Morning, Hannah. You look very nice today. Any chance William Sullivan called while I was tied up?”
What? I look nice? And who? “Uh…no.” But a bunch of hussies called, confirming their dick ride later. Ugh! Pull it together. “I forwarded all other messages to your email.”
“Perfect. Thanks. Enjoy lunch.” And with his easy-going, kind attitude and everyone-loves-me persona—including me—shit—he closes himself in his office.
What in criminy hell was that? I want to bang on his door and scream, I’m not playing this silly game. He can stop tormenting me with his stupid laid-back attitude. Because no one is feeling laid back! I grunt, slamming my fists on my desk, followed by another grunt, because that kind of hurt.