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“I need both of you to consent, mi rosa, because this isn’t going to be a night that either of you will forget. Scarlet might have given you the courage to make it this far, but it’s Amelia I’m going to be fucking. It’s Amelia who will be screaming for more.”
“You are fucking beautiful, Scarlet,” he says, taking in my slight shudder. “I can’t wait to claim every inch of you.”
“When I make you come, I want to hear you cry out my real name. Drake.”
“No need to be shy about it, mi rosa. I love how wet you are, and the feeling is entirely mutual. My cock is so hard, I might come while I’m eating your pussy.”
“Why would I give a single fuck about that? I already know you’re going to taste amazing. Eating pussy is my favorite part of sex. I can’t wait to feel you come on my face.”
But just for tonight, I can be Charlie. A guy who has normal relationships with women, who likes to cuddle and spoon after sex, rather than Drake James—workaholic kinky fucker with raging commitment issues.
“Surely you’re not naive enough to believe it actually took Nathan and Mel a full twenty minutes to choose the wine for tonight’s dinner, bro?”
“And you tied her up with a conveniently placed garden hose?” Nathan suggests with a falsely innocent expression.
“You were hired to work for the other Mr. James. My brother.”
“Drake!”
“There’s no need for either Drake or I to attend, Linda. We’re well aware of our HR policies,” Nathan says dryly. Huh. I wonder if this situation right here is covered in those policies.
He swipes his tongue over his lower lip. “Fuck them senseless, Miss Ryder.”
“To new beginnings. May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future.”
I look him in the eye. Time to rip off the Band-Aid. “I fucked Amelia.”
He blinks at me in surprise. “Already? Jesus fucking Christ, Drake. She’s only been here a matter of hours.”
“Right. And did you tell Linda from HR as well?” “Christ, no. I’d rather pour acid on my dick than talk to her about my sex life.”
“Sure I did. I’m not the kind of guy to leave a personnel file unread.”
“Well, as your sister—your big sister by all of three months—I
have some advice for you. Go and fuck the hot boss, right now!”
“What do you mean my girl?” I feel a muscle in my jaw twitch and try to hide it. “And what do you mean a date?”
I tell Nathan I’m going to rejoin our father and brothers in the dining room. I’m not doing that, of course. I’m about to do something macho and stupid.
He wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing the sides just enough to restrict my blood flow. I should hate it, but of course I don’t. “You have two options, Amelia. You can have my driver take you home, or you can sit back down with that jackass out there while your cum, the cum that I pulled from you, soaks your panties. And if he so much as grazes you with a fingertip, I will follow him home and break the hand he put on you. And then I’ll send him to Chicago.”
I lick my lips and hold her gaze, wondering how far I can push her. Because as much as she likes to pretend she hates this back and forth between us, she loves it as much as I do. “I want to fuck you. No, I need to fuck you. But before I do that, I’d really like to spread you wide open and—”
“Because you’re mine, Amelia. Don’t you understand that yet? You don’t get to drive me crazy every second of every fucking day and then go on a date with some jackass who works for me. In fact, you don’t get to go on a date with anyone. Ever.”
“All I can think about is how good your tight cunt feels when I sink my cock into you, like we were made to fit each other. Your smile is the only goddamn thing I see when I close my eyes. You are the air that I breathe. You are everything and everywhere, and I can’t go one more single fucking day without touching you.”
Nathan’s eyes flicker to his desk, and I swear that deviant fucker smirks. I fold my arms and lean away. “You’ve fucked Mel on this desk, haven’t you?” “A gentleman never tells,” he says smoothly, but the twinkle in his eyes says I’m right. Of course I’m right. What’s the point of having your own office and a huge sturdy desk if not to fuck the woman you’re obsessed with on it every chance you get?
I perch on the edge of the tub. “You need anything else? I ordered some takeout, but it won’t be here for a while. Has to come all the way from Brooklyn.” Her eyes light up. “You didn’t! You ordered Mario’s?” The childish gleam of delight on her face gives me hope.
“You need any help there?” Liam asks, looking at me hopefully. All the Ryan brothers are built like monster trucks, but Liam can be especially menacing.
Liam studies me as though he’s taking the question seriously.
“Nah. I suppose not. I just wanted in on the fun.”
“Here you go, Drake,” Conor says, holding the door open for me. He grimaces as it falls off its hinges. “A little gift for you, from my brothers and me.”
“Shit,” says Liam, grinning at me and leaning against the wall. “If I’d known, I woulda brought popcorn.”
“you know we spar with Nathan every Tuesday and Thursday morning, right? You should really think about joining us and working off a little of that aggression.” He laughs, and I join him, amused at the irony of Liam Ryan, one of the most violent men in the country, insinuating that I have anger problems. I don’t. Not as a rule, anyway. Only when it comes to anyone fucking with my girl.
“Amelia and I are now officially a couple. To clarify, we are romantic partners. We are boyfriend and girlfriend. She is my bae, my boo, my old lady.”
“In that case, yeah, she is very much the LOML. Now, I know there are policies in place and that technically, I’m her boss. So, Linda—and everyone else—please take this as my official notice that I am in a relationship with Miss Ryder. And if any of you object
to that, I refer you to a policy that I’ve just decided to add. It’s called ‘My name is on the door and I can do what I like.’ Does anyone have any questions?”
