I had her now.
Subtly, I swept my finger across my lips, reminding her of the last time we were together. The memory was so vivid that I could practically taste her sweet, hot nectar.
Laney blushed scarlet again, opening her mouth. But no sound emerged. As her face grew red, chest heaving, the woman fumbled with some notebooks, almost dropping one.
Wrong move, sweetheart. You’re tempting the beast and if you aren’t careful, the horn is gonna come.
My horn.
Deep inside of you. So deep you’ll be screaming for days.
“Excuse me,” she apologized, swigging some water. A droplet fell on that blouse, turning the white fabric see-through. And shit, but she was wearing a black bra underneath.
Is that what ladies do these days?
Black lingerie under filmy white shirts?
Holy fuck. Because it looked amazing. I couldn’t wait to rip it off that luscious form before devouring the sweet, creamy flesh beneath.
But we were done now.
“Ahem,” she announced, nervously fingering some papers. “Well, alright. In that case, let’s form groups, shall we?” She clapped her hands together before directing our attention to the easel. “Your assignments are posted here. Please meet with your group for brief introductions and then the mentors will be calling on their mentees for one-on-one discussions.”
A professional smile swept her face, including everyone in the room but me. Trying to avoid my eyes.
But there’s nowhere to hide, little Laney.
There’s nowhere to go.
You’re mine.
I didn’t have to look at the postings to know she was my mentor. After what happened last week, she wasn’t gonna stay away. Flying like a bee to honey, Laney was back for more.
All around, men rose from their seats, chatting with one another, milling about trying to look busy. But everyone was secretly eyeing Laney, wondering how to get her attention.
No such luck, fuckers.
She’s all mine.
XXX
When everyone was settled and Laney was alone, I made my move.
Silently, I crept up behind her, enjoying the back door view. She truly did have an ass that was out of this world.
Fuck.
If only we were anywhere but here. God, if we were back at my penthouse suite and she was bent over like that… I’d have her screaming in seven seconds flat. No, faster than that. I smirked, picturing how my handprint would look, red and angry on her cheeks.
My cock stirred at the thought.
Fuck.
How did she manage to rile me up so badly? Usually, I was so in control of my lust, but with her, it felt more like an insatiable hunger I’d never be able to quell. Or maybe I could, I’d just need to taste her right from the source. Bend her back, spread her legs, lift her hips, and drink my fill. All night long.
But now wasn’t the time. I had an impression to make. She needed to want me. To crave me. I had to make myself irresistible – the King among paupers.
I cleared my throat.
The brunette turned around so quickly that her heel snagged on the edge of a tile, making her lose her balance.
Her mouth opened, eyes horrified, but no noise came out.
Fortunately, I was right there.
In a flash, my arms shot out, catching that sweet form before she could fall. Oomph! She landed with a thud against my hard chest, breasts squooshed like ripe melons.
The drew in a feeble breath, eyes wide.
“Careful,” came my growl. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
My arms tightened around that hourglass figure because shit, this was a real woman. One that was thick and delicious, and not the bone-thin models that liked to show up at my doorstep.
“Oh,” the brunette started, making no effort to move away from my embrace. “I….”
I flashed her a smile, her lips so close that I was tempted to ravish hem right there and then. I was hungry for her – no, starving – but I held my composure. I had to pull her in slowly, to play each move just right, and now wasn’t the time. I would wait for us to be alone and then she’d be mine. All mine.
Gently, I eased my grip, supporting her by the elbows before finally letting her go.
“Th- thank you, sir,” she stammered.
My chest expanded.
Sir.
The word was so delicious on her plump pink lips. I could only imagine what it would sound like if she was on her knees before me, ready to please.
Nervously, she pinned a brown curl behind her ear, blushing hotly again.
“I-I guess we should begin, Mr. Evercore. You and I will be working together on the journalism aspect of the newspaper.” She gulped. “Would you like to sit?”
I nodded, strolling over to a desk tucked away in the corner. Like a gentleman, I pulled out her chair, patiently waiting for her to take a seat.
It took her a moment to move as if her body was still remembering how to function.