Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
She watched Sugar walk away, her hips kicking back and forth with such force Tatum was surprised she didn’t throw a joint out of alignment. Her heart slammed against her chest as she walked toward Leo’s door. What she wanted to do was push it open and catch him in the act of zipping up his pants. The thought hurt, but maybe it would help her brain get in the right direction. She wanted this, but she wasn’t about to be his pussy on the side. Courtesy won out in the end, and she knocked.
“What?” That one word was a rough bark through the thick door. Tatum gripped the handle and pushed the heavy metal inward. He sat behind his desk, his arms behind his head and his eyes closed. He didn’t look at her as she shut the door, but she noticed his nostrils flared a second before his eyes snapped open and found her.
“Tatum.” The way he said her name sounded like melted chocolate, and damn did she love chocolate. He straightened and pushed up from his seat. Even from the distance, she could see the smear of red lipstick on the collar of his shirt. Anger and jealousy slammed into her, and she tightened her lips.
Heat consumed her, and she hated that he had this effect on her. It made her weak and vulnerable, and those feelings were no longer welcome inside her.
“You’re upset.” It wasn’t a question, and she gave him credit for picking up on her instantaneous foul mood.
Not bothering to respond, Tatum crossed her arms and thought on how she would handle this situation. Did she continue with the conversation she wanted to have with him, or did she say fuck it and leave? The fact that his tie was loose and lipstick painted his shirt might have been a testament that maybe her feelings only went one way. Leo was surrounded by beautiful women every single day.
Did she actually think he would want anything more than a piece of ass from her? Wow, she had been a monumental fool to think otherwise. Shaking her head, she turned and gripped the handle.
“I can’t do this.” Her voice was thick with emotion, and she hated herself for feeling anything but disgust for him. Things had gone too fast between them, and she had stupidly fallen for it all. Had she been so desperate that she wanted someone to hold her and see her for her?
Before she could open the door and escape, a heavy hand wrapped around her wrist and stopped her from fleeing. His hot breath brushed along the back of her neck, and she closed her eyes, thankful he couldn’t see the reaction he caused inside her. Even though she knew he had done something sexual with Sugar, her traitorous body lit up like a firecracker at the simplest touch from him.
“I can smell your anger and jealousy, Tatum. You’ll tell me why you feel this way.”
He was so damn pushy and perceptive that it made her wish she wasn’t so transparent. “Sometimes the things you say are so damn strange.” He hadn’t moved away from her, and his body heat felt like she stood by a furnace.
“Baby, you have no idea what strange is.” He pressed his body against hers, which had her front molding to the cold, hard door. His fingers teased her nape and pushed the hair away. Teeth scraped her flesh and gently bit down. Damn but she got wet at the feel.
“Put your hands flat on the door, Tatum.” With his voice low and hard, she found herself doing exactly what he said. “That’s a good girl.” His hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her. In one quick motion, he popped out her ass so it became flush with his crotch. The hard length of him nestled between the seam of her ass, and she bit her lip to stem off the moan that threatened to spill. His hips thrust forward, pressing his erection into her bottom harder. “You’re going to tell me what I want to know, baby.”
“You’re a pushy asshole.” There was no anger behind her words, just needy want that had her gritting her teeth in frustration. Tatum wanted her anger to be at the forefront, not her lust.
His deep chuckle went straight to her clit, and she curled her fingers inward.
“I’ve been called worse.” Teeth scraped along the side of her throat, and her heart did a little patter behind her ribs. “Now, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?” There was amusement in his voice, and that further irritated her.
He thought this whole situation was funny. Reaching deep down inside her, Tatum pulled at her strength and pushed back. It was like a mountain nestled behind her for how much he moved.