I already knew how she felt about me, so admitting this didn’t make much of a difference, but seeing her in action was sexy. I liked seeing the rage on her face when she saw me chatting with the brunette when she stepped out into the hallway. She got so mad so fast.
“So…was she hitting on you?”
“Kinda. We slept together before, and she was stopping by to say hi.”
Her head snapped in my direction. “You could have kept that information to yourself.”
“Why? I don’t lie.”
“And she wanted to sleep with you again?”
“I think that’s where she was going. But I’m not sure. I couldn’t even remember her name.”
“How could you not remember the name of someone you slept with?” she asked incredulously.
I shrugged. “There’s too many to even count…let alone remember.”
“You’re disgusting.” She turned back to the window.
“I’m disgusting?” I asked incredulously. “How many men have you been with?”
“None of your business.”
“No, tell me.” She thought she could judge me, but I could judge her just as easily.
“I remember all of their names. That’s all you need to know.”
“Two? Three?”
She refused to answer.
“Come on, baby. You know how to fuck a man, so you have some experience. Four? Five?”
“I didn’t ask your number. So why are you asking for mine?”
“Just curious.”
“It’ll only make you jealous.”
I laughed because it was absurd. “I get jealous when men look at you. I get jealous when I think about sharing you. I get jealous if your hand is between your legs instead of me. But I don’t get jealous about the men before me. They’re all nothing compared to me. I’ll wipe away their memory by the time I’m done with you—if I haven’t already. They were just practice so you’d be ready for me. Men don’t get jealous of boys.”
She slowly turned her head back to me, her green eyes reflecting the lights from the dashboard.
I held her gaze for a moment before I turned my eyes back to the road. “You want to know how I got rid of her?”
She didn’t ask.
“I told her I was married—and my wife is really jealous.”
“Why were you trying to get rid of her? I thought you liked to torture me.”
“No.” My hand moved to her bare thigh, my fingertips slipping slightly underneath her dress. “Why would I want to be with a woman I don’t even remember when I can have the one woman I’ll never forget?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, her eyes on the road ahead of her. Her thighs tightened together slightly, and her breathing picked up a little. She ran her fingers over her hair. “Drive faster.”
“Can’t wait to have your way with me, huh?” I asked with a slight grin.
She unbuckled her safety belt then scooted to the middle seat between us. She pressed her body into mine and started kissing my neck and jawline, her hand moving around my chest and to the top of my slacks. “Yes.”
I held her against my chest in the elevator, her legs wrapped around my waist with her arms locked around my neck. She kissed me with possession as I ground her pussy against my hard dick in my slacks.
Her dress was pulled up to her waist, and her thong was visible in the reflection of the metal doors. I wanted to pin her against the wall and fuck her right then, but I knew I wanted all of her, naked on my bed so I could take my time and enjoy her.
A man could fuck hard, but he should never fuck fast.
The doors opened, and I carried her inside, feeling her want me so desperately her hands shook. She was jealous, possessive, and so deeply attached to me that there was no plausible explanation to make sense of any of this. She hated me, but she wanted me so much she could barely breathe.
Made no goddamn sense.
Maybe she and I would never make sense.
I pulled my kiss away even though she looked heartbroken the second my embrace was gone.
“I left something for you on the bed. Put it on and wait for me. Face down, ass up.” Lingerie wasn’t a fetish of mine, but I loved having Vanessa put it on obediently and wait for me. It made me feel like I really owned her, had power over her.
She trailed her hands down my chest before she walked away, her hands pulling her dress up over her ass and thong.
I watched her ass shake until she disappeared in the hallway, my cock so hard it nearly burst through my trousers. There was nothing I wanted more than to pull my belt out of the loops and tie her to my headboard. I wanted to take over her body like it was a physical possession. I wanted to restrain her, to teach her that I could give her rights and then take them away.