Wicked Envy Read online Sawyer Bennett (Wicked Horse Vegas #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Wicked Horse Vegas Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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“I said no,” Avril grits out. “Learn to accept it and respect my position.”

“Learn to loosen your grip a little,” Andrew throws back at her. “Control freak isn’t a good look on you.”

“Bite me, Collings,” Avril snarls.

“Been there, done that,” Andrew growls back. I want to laugh, but I can’t when I see the look on Avril’s face.

It turns red and her eyes blaze with fury. “Don’t you dare fucking bring sex into this.”

My eyes flick past the two of them to the stewardess, who has her back to us in the open galley. I’m sure she’s getting quite the earful.

“Dane,” Andrew says calmly, and my eyes snap to him. “Where do you weigh in on this? You know we are far from a done deal with Fabron. Chances are we’re going to come out of there knowing jack shit and we’re going to need to move on development.”

“The matter of a month or so isn’t going to kill him to wait for it,” Avril says to me, and my gaze goes to her. What does it say about me that I don’t give a fuck about their argument, but I’d kill to go down on her right now.

I shake my head and hold my hands up to make the peace, but Andrew’s apparently not done. He turns in his chair to look at Avril. “You know, I don’t know what your problem is but it seems like every proposition I put before you, you shoot it down. You do realize I’ve got more education than you when it comes to the science of what we’re trying to do? You do realize, Avril, that this is about science and yet you don’t fucking give me an ounce of respect for it.”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t act like a brat ninety percent of the time, I’d be able to give you a little more respect.”

I wince because that was harsh and unprofessional, and things are way out of hand. “Avril,” I say in a warning voice. Her head snaps my way, eyes blazing so fiercely my mouth snaps shut.

“Why don’t you bite me too, Dane?” she snarls, and then pushes out of her seat. She walks past my chair and into the bathroom behind us, slamming the door shut behind her.

I look at Andrew, and I can see satisfaction on his face that he got the better of her emotions as he stares at the closed bathroom door.

“You’re a jackass,” I tell him.

He looks back to me. “She started it.”

“Fucking mature,” I say as I undo my seatbelt and get up.

I’d like to say that this is an unfortunate result of the three of us venturing into intimate territory, but sadly, these arguments have happened on a few occasions in the past. Both of my partners are passionate people, and it’s why I wanted them on this journey with me. They take their jobs seriously, which can ignite sparks because the chief operations officer can often be in direct conflict with research and development. It’s a fine line they both have to balance on, and they’ve had meltdown arguments before.

When I reach the bathroom, I give a soft knock and test the door handle. It’s unlocked, so I take that as permission to enter since Avril doesn’t say anything from inside.

The luxury of a private plane designed for international flight is a decent-sized bathroom with a shower and vanity. I find Avril with her hands gripping the sink, staring in the mirror at herself.

“He pisses me off so bad,” she says in a low voice as she looks at me through the mirror. “He’s a child. Well, a man-child.”

I think to myself she wasn’t thinking that last night when he had her ass, but I know it’s not the time to bring it up. So instead, I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her stomach. I pull her up so she settles back into me and as I look at her in the reflection, I ask, “What’s really going on?”

Avril sighs and brings her hands up to rest over my forearms, leaning her head back on my shoulder. It’s an intimate embrace. Definitely not one we would have ever found ourselves in before we started fucking each other, and shit if I don’t like being able to hold her like this in comfort. Doesn’t mean my dick isn’t slightly hard from the knowledge that we’re secluded away in this bathroom and I could bend her over the sink, but that’s not why I came in here.

“He doesn’t respect my position and always makes me feel like shit if I have to say no to one of his requests,” she mutters. “And I get the distinct impression that now that he’s fucking me, he thinks he can get away with that shit even more.”


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