Only Mine Excerpt

When I stepped off the elevator to make my way to my office, Tawny stopped me. “Hey. Wolf asked me to send you in as soon as you returned. He said it was important.”

“Okay. Thank you.” I stopped at his door and knocked.

“Come in!” he shouted, and he didn’t sound happy.

“You asked me to stop by, so I’d appreciate it if you’d lose the bark.”

“Shut the door,” he hissed.

“Please.” I raised a brow before shutting the door.

“Please what?”

“I was reminding you to say please. You don’t need to be so rude.”

“Jesus. I’m not going to walk on eggshells because you’re sensitive. This is business. Suck it up, Minx.”

I sat down in the leather chair across from him as he sat behind his desk. Everything was cherrywood with burgundy and gold décor. He had Navy medals and awards framed on the walls. There were enough to make it known that the man was highly decorated. It was impressive, especially for a guy who was only a year older than me.

“What did you need?”

“How was your lunch with Buckley? Was it business or pleasure?”

“Is that seriously what you called me in here for?” I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head.

This guy was unbelievable.

“He’s a player that we’re trying to keep on the team. I know we have a verbal from him, but I need to know if he said anything. I’m not asking you if you fucked him.” His fist came down on the desk, and I gaped.

“What? You are such an asshole. For your information, I don’t go to business lunches and fuck people. So, fuck you, Wolf.” I pushed to my feet and stormed toward the door.

But he was fast.

Faster than I anticipated.

His fingers wrapped around my arm, and he turned me. It surprised me that this brute of a man could be gentle in a heated moment.

“I just want to know what happened.” His face was so close to mine that his breath tickled my cheek.

“No. You asked if I fucked him. Why do you even care?” I hissed.

“Why won’t you answer the question?”

“I already told you—you’ve ruined my sex life. You irritate me so much that I can’t seem to relax now. That must please you, huh?”

His hand moved to my hair, and he pressed closer to me, his lips on my ear. “Do you want me to make you feel good again, Minx?”

I would normally slap him in the face, but he had given me the whammy of all orgasms. And another one didn’t sound like a horrible idea. Especially when I was irritated as hell.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t hate you.” My words were strained.

“Stop talking.” His hand moved down to the hem of my skirt and up my thigh before he dipped his fingers beneath my lace panties. “Are you this wet for me or for him?”

“I thought we weren’t talking.” I tucked my lips beneath my teeth and tried to compose myself as he continued stroking me. The sensation of his rough fingertips against my core made it difficult to stand.

And without warning, he dropped to his knees and shoved my skirt up so that it bunched at my waist. “Is this what you want?”