The Scotch Queen (Scotch 2)

But it was London.

Looking fucking beautiful in a strapless blue dress with straight hair. Her makeup was done like she had someplace to be. My cock immediately began to harden the second she entered the room, his thoughts on the ferocious way she needed me last night. She was horny as hell, and she needed me to fix it.

I was more than happy to oblige.

She walked up to my desk, strutting her hips like she was on a mission. She came around the glorious piece of furniture that had been there for hundreds of years and slid into my lap like she owned me and the entire room.

Dimitri hustled inside, out of breath. “I’m sorry, sir. I tried to stop her—”

I held up my hand and focused my gaze on her. “She’s fine. Leave.”

Dimitri darted out just as quickly as he came inside.

My hands moved to her thighs, my eyes focused on her green ones.

Her eyes were narrowed, and her shoulders were stiff like she had something to say to me. This wasn’t just a visit about pleasure, even though she sat right on my hard-on. Her arms circled my neck, and she stared at me head on. “I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

I raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure what she meant.

“I want you to fuck me and only me.” She spoke with a stern voice that matched her features, but it was adorable that this small woman was making demands. “I want it to be just the two of us. You give me what I need. I can give you whatever you need. No more late nights when you’re out and about. I want you in that bed with me every night. End of story.”

She didn’t leave any room for negotiation, not that I had different terms in mind. She obviously thought I’d been fooling around with other women this entire time, when in reality, she was the only woman I’d even looked at. If this had been a few weeks ago, I would have pushed her off me and said her demands were ridiculous, that I would fuck whoever I wanted whenever I wanted.

But I didn’t do that now.

I didn’t hate the idea of monogamy. I didn’t despise making any promise of fidelity to her. The fact that she wanted me all to herself caused a stirring in my pants. She made me feel needed, feel manly. She was my prisoner, but now we felt like partners, like she wanted to be there with me.

That was the sexiest thing of all.

This woman wanted me—badly.

I undid my belt and the top of my slacks as I kept my eyes on her. My hands reached for her dress next, and I yanked it up and pulled her panties to the side.

She reached behind her and grabbed the base of my cock and directed my length inside her. She slid all the way down to my balls, releasing a quiet moan as she moved.

I gripped her thighs and pressed my forehead against hers. “Just you and me.”

“I made all the arrangements for the opening.” Ariel sat in the armchair with her legs crossed, wearing a tight pencil skirt and a white blouse. She had a petite frame because she worked all day long and never ate anything. Sometimes, she drank scotch with me, but she usually preferred wine. “Caterers have been taken care of, everyone you invited RSVP’d, and we have the special wine you requested.”

Did that mean Bones was coming? I’d have to give him a call to verify. “Josephine responded?”

“Yeah.” She looked up from her folder with her black frames sitting on the bridge of her nose. She examined my expression, trying to read me. “Will that be a problem?”

I hadn’t mentioned my current drama with my ex. “Yeah, it’ll be fine. She stopped by last week, but I refused to see her. Then she called and told me her father had a heart attack.” I told Ariel everything, so the words flowed. “She asked me to come over, but I told her not to call me again and hung up.”

Ariel nodded with approval. “She can’t have it both ways. She can’t leave you and expect you to be there for her.”

“I know.” Ariel was just as cold as I was. That was probably why we got along so well.

“She has a lot of nerve, honestly.”

“I agree.”

When Ariel took a deep breath, I knew whatever she was going to say was tense. “So, are you bringing London, or did you have someone else in mind?” She made her feelings about my bedmate perfectly clear, so I knew what answer she was hoping for.

“London.”

Ariel hardly hid her annoyance and scribbled in her notebook. “I’ll arrange for her hair and makeup to be complete. I strongly encourage a short etiquette course. Her shoulders slouch, and she doesn’t understand how to carry on a conversation with her superiors.”