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I looked up and met his dark heated gaze. “More,” I moaned. “Make me feel you for the rest of my life. I want to break.”

  His thrusts sped up as he gripped under my knees, pushing them to my chest. “For the rest of our lives, I promise you, Evvie, I will make it so you dream and think of only me. I am the food for that hunger that lives deep inside of you.”

  I whimpered as his thrusts deepened, mixing with his erotic words, sending me over the edge of pure ecstasy.

  “And you are mine. My addiction. My lover. My Evvie. Mine.”

  FOUR

  After our rendezvous on the second floor, I couldn’t help but feel as though we were being watched. Yes, Anna had caught us but Brett was the owner and I was his girlfriend. So we had sex in public? It wasn’t like it was in the middle of the crowd or anything.

  I was never into exhibitionism until I met Brett. He brought out this urge in me. This deep seeded need to be owned, controlled. Marked.

  It’s like I was getting used to his possessive ways or even wanted them for that matter. I couldn’t explain it but whenever a man looked at me and Brett didn’t do anything like he did in the beginning, it bothered me. But then I felt like a tool when I realized that the only reason Brett didn’t notice was because he was paying attention to me.

  When he looked at me, nothing else mattered. It was all about me and that’s it. He saw me and I loved him more and more each day because of it.

  I watched him mingle but his gaze kept glancing my way. I smiled and waved and I swore he stood up a little straighter each time.

  Making my way to the ladies room, I went about my business. As much as I didn’t want to lose the feeling of Brett being inside of me, I needed to clean myself up. I always enjoyed the feeling of his semen running down my inner thighs, reminding me of where he’s been. I smiled to myself knowing he would like that as well.

  While I was washing my hands, the door closed, a lock clicking in place. I looked up and found Anna leaning against the wall.

  Her brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun, showcasing her beautiful porcelain features.

  I may have been pale as well, but Anna might as well have been called fucking Snow White. She was just as gorgeous, if not more so.

  I remained calm, wondering why the hell she would lock the door in the first place. “Problem?” I asked, drying my hands.

  Anna chewed her bottom lip, her eyes frantically searching around the small bathroom before finally landing on me. “I…I saw you.”

  The back of my neck heated but I shrugged it off. “I know. I saw you.”

  Her cheeks reddened. “Is he happy? With you?”

  I frowned. “Listen, Anna, I don’t know where you think you get off questioning—”

  “No. I’m sorry.” She shook her head and took a step towards me. “And I’m sorry for walking in on you.” Her cheeks flushed.

  My face went red hot but I ignored it and noted the mascara around her eyes and the redness in them. “I know you’re in love with him.”

  She gasped, her hand flying up to her chest. “I…no…”

  “You don’t have to lie about it. I can see it in your eyes,” I said, leaning against the counter.

  “I…” She sighed. “We were close in high school but after his parents died, he shut everyone out.” Her voice became thick with emotion, making her British accent more pronounced.

  “Did you ever tell him how you feel?” I didn’t know why I was asking these questions. I guess I wanted to know more about him. A part of me felt jealous over not knowing him at a time where he was happier. Could I give that happiness back to him?

  Anna scoffed and leaned over the counter while grabbing a paper towel. “I tried.” She looked at me in the mirror. “He loves you. I don’t…I don’t want you thinking I’m here to ruin things for you. I’m not like that.”

  My gaze searched her face. I wanted to believe her but after the shit with Claire Morgan, I didn’t know if I could trust her or any woman again for that matter.

  Anna looked away. “I know you don’t believe me. Hell, I wouldn’t believe me either. Some random woman coming home with my boyfriend…” She laughed. “You handled it way better than I would have.”

  “Well I was surprised to see you. Brett never mentioned you at all.” My stomach twisted. And why was that?

  Anna’s eyes saddened. “I figured as much. After high school, I moved. I needed…”

  “To get away from him?” I finished for her.

  She nodded. “I’m sorry, Evvie. I really like you. At first I thought I had a chance when you weren’t in New York with him but then when I met you and saw the way he looks at you, I knew you had his heart.”

  My skin heated. “When was the last time you saw him?”

  Anna cleared her throat. “Evvie, maybe—”

  “Tell me.”

  “Two weeks before he came to New York. But I had no idea he was going to show up at Mathis’ club,” she said quickly.

  “You were here?” I asked, trying to ease the racing beating of my heart.

  She nodded and chewed her bottom lip. “We met up for coffee.”

  I gaped at her. Why didn’t he tell me? If they were so close, why would he keep his friendship with her a secret from me?

  “I’m sorry, Evvie. I didn’t know about you…” Her mouth clamped shut.

  My eyes widened. “He didn’t tell you about me? At all?”

  She shook her head. “Not until he came to New York but please don’t think—”

  “Anna, thank you.” I walked past her and stormed out of the bathroom.

  “Evvie, please. I didn’t mean to cause problems,” she said, rushing up behind me.

  I stopped and placed a hand on her arm. “I don’t blame you for falling in love with him. I get it. He makes it very hard to control your feelings. But I do blame him for not mentioning me to you when we were together while you had your coffee date.”

  She chewed her bottom lip. “I…I’ll pack my things and be out by the end of tomorrow.”

  I shook my head. “No. Stay for as long as you need.” I was going to make Brett fucking stew over this shit he’s pulling.

  I turned and headed in the direction of the open space of the dance floor. The back of my neck tingled and I knew Brett was watching me but I wasn’t ready to face him. Yet. I was going to make him beg for my forgiveness.

  Walking up to DJ Nitro, I requested a song and headed back to the crowd that was moving to the deep bass of the music.

  I caught Anna’s eye and motioned for her to join me on the dance floor.

  She hesitated a moment before dancing along beside me. “Brett’s watching you,” she yelled over the music.

  I smiled. “Good. Let’s give him a fucking show.” I grabbed her hand and we spun around each other, while moving our hips to the beat. Even though I was pissed at Brett, I actually was having fun. Anna and I laughed, danced and gave the men around us a taste of what they were missing.

  I knew Brett was watching us. I didn’t even have to look in his direction to know that he couldn’t take his eyes off of the display of dirty dancing before him. The regulars and the staff knew that I was his. I laughed. I bet they were wondering what in the hell his girlfriend was doing grinding on another person, and a woman for that matter.

  After a couple of songs, sweat ran down my back, my heart beating hard against my ribs. Adrenaline pumped through my body and my cheeks heated as the men surrounded us, no doubt fucking us in their minds.

  The next song ended when Anna’s eyes widened. She let go of my hands and took a step back.

  Heavy arms encircled my waist, pulling me against a hard body. The scent of leather and man invaded my nostrils making my heart flutter.

  “You have no idea how fucking pissed I am right now, do you?”

  I smiled at the deep growl in my ear. I could guess but I didn’t care. “Tell me.”

  His teeth grazed up the side of my neck, before nipping my ear lobe. “Do you like h
aving all of these men watching you?” he asked, his fingers digging into my hip.

  Call it immature of me but I got enjoyment out of his jealousy. “Did you like watching me, Brett? Did it turn you on seeing me dance with Anna?”

  “Just you standing there turns me on, lover.” His voice lowered. “Watching you use your body to get a reaction from men, pissed me the fuck off.”

  I tilted my head back and looked up at him. “You know you enjoyed watching me move my hips back and forth against her.” I did the same to him. God, I loved teasing him. I loved seeing how far I could push him before he would break and I knew he liked doing the same to me.

  His hand moved up to cup my jaw before he leaned down to my ear. “The only one that I want you grinding your ass against is me. Man or woman, I get jealous. Your body is fucking mine. You, are mine. Did you forget that?”

  I swallowed hard at the deep husk of his voice.

  A wicked grin spread on his handsome face. “I think you did. Do I have to show you how much you belong to me? I could bend you over and fuck you right here and no one would even notice.”

  Anna would, because she was standing right in front of us but just the thought of him doing something like that to me in public, made my core quiver.

  I licked my lips. “I didn’t forget. I think you did.”

  “Never.” His fingers grazed down the vee of my dress before gripping my other hip. “I could never forget that you belong to me. Your body, mind, soul…all mine, Evvie. Even when you’re mad at me, which I know you are, you’re still mine.”

  Desire unfurled deep in the pit of my belly. The heat from his body radiated into mine and I couldn’t help but want him right then and there.

  I watched as Anna started dancing with a guy a few feet away from us. Her tall slender body moving to the beat of the music. The man was practically drooling over her and when she looked back at me, I waved.

  She laughed and shook her head, shrugging before continuing to dance with the guy that couldn’t keep his hands off of her.

  I wanted Brett to be mad like I was mad at him. I wanted him to know how much I was hurt that he never once mentioned me to her or her to me. I wasn’t a child. I didn’t play games. If he was that embarrassed over me that he couldn’t tell his old friend about me, then I was at least going to give him something to be embarrassed over.

  I took a breath and moved my hips against him. I could feel the bulge in his pants grow as I ground my ass into him.

  His nose brushed up the length of my neck, his hand grazing down the side of my body to my hip. He squeezed and I knew right then that he was losing it and fast.

  Satisfaction flew through me and I reached behind me before cupping the erection between his legs.

  His breathing picked up, his hips thrusting to the movements of my hand.

  Just when I knew he was getting worked up, I released him and walked away. Heading in the direction of his office, I brushed a shaky hand through my hair.

  Once reaching the hallway, I was pulled by the arm into a dark corner and pushed up against the wall.

  Brett spun me, his nostrils flaring. His big body shielded me from the onslaught of viewers as his fingers grazed down the side of my neck to the vee in my dress. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to because I already knew that he was pissed but turned on just the same.

  His hand pulled the top of my dress down, exposing my breast.

  The cool air washed over my skin, making my nipple harden.

  He licked his lips and brushed his thumb over the erect peak.

  I inhaled a gasp, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to my groin. I lowered the zipper on the front of my dress.

  His gaze followed my movements. “Completely exposed for my enjoyment.”

  The way he growled my let me know that this was all for him. He would take what he wanted from me and he wouldn’t stop until he got it. I loved when he got like this. The possessive need to mate. To mark me. Remind me who I belonged to.

  He smirked and brushed his knuckles down my stomach to my panties.

  Screw it. I gripped the sides of my thong and ripped it clean off my body and stuffed the fabric in his suit jacket pocket.

  He leaned his head from side to side, cracking the tendons in his thick neck before he lifted me and pushed me up against the wall. “You like me fucking you in public, lover? You crave my body just as much as I crave yours. So much, in fact, that you’re willing to fuck anywhere.”

  Licking my lips, I gripped his suit jacket. “You crave me more.”

  He grinned. “You have no fucking idea. I’m addicted to you.”

  Reaching between us, I undid the zipper of his pants, digging my heels into his ass. My core throbbed, aching for him. Needing him inside of me at that very moment.

  He pulled out his rigid length and in a smooth move, lowered me onto him.

  I whimpered, my body opening to meet the size of him as he fucked me slow and deep in the dark corner. Although we were in public, at that moment I didn’t care.

  Brett licked up the side of my neck, mixing kisses with bites, the scruff of his jaw scratching my chin. I knew it would leave red marks but I reveled in it. I craved the way he needed to cover my body with evidence of his love making.

  He leaned his forehead against mine, his hot breath caressing my face. He stared intently into my eyes and brushed a finger down the side of my cheek like he was memorizing me. “Don’t ever forget.”

  “I can’t. You’re all I think about. All I dream about.” Although I was mad at him, the power of our love took over, simmering the anger I felt towards him.

  I moaned, his thick cock swelling inside of me after each stroke. God, he felt good. All hard and long, reaching the bundle of nerves that were made just for him.

  Holding under my knees, he brought them up to my chest and pushed into me as deep as he could go.

  I gasped, crashing over an explosion of ecstasy that hit me fast.

  A smug smile formed on his face when his thrusts picked up speed. I reveled in the feeling of him losing control. Of him going over that edge.

  I dug my fingers into his shoulders and cried out as he came inside of me while my own release washed over me for the second time.

  His orgasm was so strong, I could feel his semen pulsing into me, coating me with remnants of him.

  Brett placed a hard kiss on my mouth before putting me back on my feet. “You, my little vixen, are going to be the death of me.”

  “Serves you right,” I responded, nipping his bottom lip. A hot shiver ran down my spine as I felt his release run down my inner thigh. I could never get over the feeling of him being inside of me.

  He frowned, released me and righted his pants. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “Does having a coffee date with Anna ring any bells?” I asked, zipping up my dress and attempted to shove past him

  He grabbed my arm and pushed me back up against the wall. “It wasn’t a date.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “But you didn’t tell her about me until you got to New York.”

  Brett rolled his eyes. “Evvie, it was no big deal.”

  I scoffed. “How would you like it if I had a coffee date with a guy?”

  His brows furrowed. “Over my fucking dead body.”

  “Oh, but Brett,” I said, feigning shock. “It wouldn’t be a date. We’re just friends, of course.”

  “Watch it, lover,” he said, his voice full of warning.

  I shoved a finger in his chest. “So it’s okay for you to meet up with a woman, but it’s not okay for me to meet up with a guy?”

  His jaw clenched. “Damn straight.”

  I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms under my chest, knowing that there was no way in hell he was going to let me pass. “So how was your date then? Did you picture fucking Anna and I together?”

  His gaze darkened. “Evvie…”

  My heart raced. I couldn’t believe those words just came out of my m
outh. What the hell? “What? Or did you just fuck her in your mind? Did you dream about both of us while you were in New York? While you jacked off, was it me you were thinking about or Anna?” Stop. Just stop, Evvie. Oh God. What the hell was I even saying? Jealousy reared its ugly head deep inside of me. So deep that I never even knew this kind of feeling existed.

  Brett snarled and pushed me face first against the wall. Slapping a hand beside my head, he leaned down, his hot breath scorching my ear. “The only person I thought of while I jacked off, was you. You invaded my thoughts while I slept, while I showered. Whenever I touched myself, you were there. I could smell, breathe, hear only you. It was so intense, I had to ask myself whether it was real or not.” His hand ran up underneath my dress before cupping my ass. “Don’t you ever fucking question me again. I would never fuck someone else in my mind, in real life or even my dreams. You are all I think about. Do you fucking understand me?”

  I swallowed as his voice lowered, the deep rumble travelling through me.

  He cupped my jaw and tilted my head. “Do you, understand me?” he growled.

  I nodded.

  “The reason I never told Anna about you was because I wanted to make sure that what we have is permanent,” he said, fisting a hand in my hair. “Real.”

  “But you told me you loved me before then. If you didn’t know if it was real, why would you say that?” I moved to turn when his grip on my jaw tightened.

  “Keep your hands on the wall,” he demanded.

  My pussy clenched at the firm command and I did as he said.

  “I love you and only you, Evvie. You are my first for many things and I want you to be my last. I was making sure that you would be it for me. You are my forever.” He breathed hard against my neck and dug his fingers into the flesh of my rear. “You know that and it fucking pisses me off when you question my feelings.”

  I shook my head, swallowing a moan in the process. “I didn’t—”

  “Quiet,” he snapped. “I’m going to take you to my office and show you what I did to you in my mind while I was away.”

  My body heated. Oh dear God.

  He bit my shoulder. “And Evvie?”

  I looked up at him.