Dirty Playboy - Alex Wolf Page 0,44

whatever he wants in the moment to make him keep going. It’s so intense, but he’s staring at me like he wants a coherent, truthful answer.

I nod again. “What is it?”

“This is mine. Only mine. Understood?”

The nerve endings in my brain go haywire. Wow, he’s so possessive, and it should be repulsive, but it’s not. It’s the exact opposite. My body comes alive when he says it. I’ve never had anyone show me this much attention, act like they couldn’t breathe without me in their life, always want to be next to me and ache when I’m away.

I nod.

He shakes his head. “No, say it. I want to hear you.”

His thumb brushes the tiny bundle of nerves, and my legs quake a little and there’s no way I can stop them. He already has me on the edge of another orgasm, and he hasn’t even made direct contact yet.

I gasp at his touch. “It’s yours.”

His jaw tightens. “Good.” He stands up and smirks again, totally leaving me hanging.

I pant a couple times as he walks around and takes his seat.

I stare at him like are you going to finish what you just started?

As if he can read my mind, he says, “Finish your breakfast and check your phone. You’re going to need the energy for what I’m about to do to you, and I don’t want any distractions after I start.”

It takes my brain a few seconds to catch up, after he just had his hands all over me, kissing me like that, touching me like that. Slowly, I slide my hand to my phone and pull it over to me. I wince the second I see who it’s from.

Decker: Sorry for bothering you on a Saturday, need to see you this afternoon at 2:30. Been out of town.

All the memories flood back, the meeting with Wells, the things he said about Rick. I’m sure that’s what Decker wants to discuss. Why did all this have to happen now? Especially now that I’ve gotten to know the real Rick, and how much I like the real Rick. Why do I have to be in the middle of all this?

“Who is it?”

I jolt a little in my seat. “Decker.”

His tone changes a little. There’s irritation in his voice. “On a Saturday? What’s he want?”

“He’s been out of town. Wants to meet up for something. Didn’t say.” I cringe on the inside, but it’s not lying. It could be something else entirely. He really didn’t say. I don’t know for sure, and I don’t want to ruin—this.

Rick’s jaw sets a little, but he nods. “Okay.” He reaches across the table and holds my hand again. “I want you the rest of the day, though. When you’re done.”

My heart comes alive at that. I can’t think of anything more perfect. “Okay, I have to meet him at two thirty, should be done by four. Where do you want to meet?”

Rick smirks. “Don’t worry, I’ll find you.”

My eyebrows quirk up. “How will you know where I am?”

He shakes his head in derision. “Oh, Mary.” He pauses for dramatic effect, then smiles. “Haven’t you figured it out by now?” He leans in and exhales warm breath in my ear. “I always know.”

Before I can protest, he drops to his knees in front of me. A second later, his hands grip my thighs again, and he spreads my legs apart in the chair.

“You’ve had enough time to eat. Tired of waiting.” The words come up at me from below, but all I can see is the top of his head.

I start to say something, but he slides my panties to the side, and his mouth lands on me, right in the center. It’s so intense I can barely breathe. I suck in a giant breath, nod, and mumble, “Sure, okay, you’ll find me.”

I’ve never felt so reckless in my life, and at the same time so alive.

Mary Patrick

I walk into the office, on a Saturday, frustrated but determined to remain professional. I have to be. This is my career. I don’t know what I’m going to say if he asks about the meeting with Wells, and I need a plan. I know that’s why he wants to meet, and I need to be prepared.

The elevator ride takes forever, at least it seems like forever. I still can’t believe I’m caught up in this. Why is it so hard for me to just do my job? It’s not that I mind coming in on a Saturday. I