“You’re so angry.” His soft voice was far too close behind me, and when I turned around, he was standing right fucking there. In his expensive suit, smelling of expensive cologne. His jaw bulged. His eyes flashed with . . . something. Then his gaze dropped to my lips. What the fuck? “You’re damn right I’m angry,” I said. The way he was looking at me put me in a tailspin. Then I remembered him on his knees with my cock in his mouth, and my gaze cut to his. I would bet money his thoughts had gone to the same place.
