Dirty Playboy - Alex Wolf Page 0,66
turn off this feeling. Plus, part of me is curious. I worry about exactly what he told Mary, despite her revealing everything to me. I know in my heart she gave me all the information, but I’ve been burned so many times, it’s difficult to accept trusting her fully. What if Covington knows everything about me? What if he told her it all and she’s waiting for me to open up and expose myself to her?
It’s too much, and I finally say to hell with it.
He makes a show of adjusting his tall frame in the seat, then swirls his scotch. “We have a situation, don’t we?”
I look straight ahead, still not making direct eye contact. “I don’t see how. Have I done something to offend you?”
“You’re looking into my companies.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Wells leans across the table, right in my face. Usually, he’s all arrogant, cocky, but this looks personal to me. His neck is tense, jaw set, and he speaks through his teeth. “We both know what’s happening here. Quit fucking with my business.”
I shrug and smirk. “Doing my job. You don’t write my checks. Piss off.”
Wells leans back and stands up just as Mary heads our way, thank God.
He walks around and gets dangerously close to my ear. “You don’t want to bark up this tree,” he says. “I haven’t told your little girlfriend much, or Decker.” He inhales a deep breath. “But I know everything.”
The second he says it, I go numb. It’s the tone of his voice. Every hair on the back of my neck stands up, my body straight into defensive mode.
Covington doesn’t smile, like he relishes this. Honestly, he just looks like a man protecting his interests. I don’t care, though. He’s threatening me in the process.
My blood runs cold, despite how beautiful Mary looks walking right at us.
Covington turns and blows right past her.
Mary leads the way into my apartment, and I don’t give her an opportunity to turn around. I pull out the tie I’ve been pocketing all night and blindfold her with it.
“Rick?”
“Shh.” I’m against her ear when I say it. “You’re gonna do exactly what I say.” I’m hard as a rock in my pants, but part of me is glad I can use sex to distract her from asking me tough questions about everything. It’s the ultimate distraction, and sex with Mary is the best thing in the world.
When I slide my hands down her arms, tracing the curves of her body, she warms up and relaxes immediately.
“Okay.”
I lead her by her arms, all the way back to my bedroom, then spin her around to face me. She’s backed up to my bed, and I take my time, stripping off her top. She’s so damn perfect. I take a step back and admire her body for longer than I should; it’s just so hard not to stare at her.
“Can you see?”
She shakes her head at me, and I can tell she’s nervous. I watch every little detail about her. The way her chest rises and falls, trying to control her breathing but she can’t. The way her pulse speeds up, the way she tenses any time she thinks I’m about to touch her.
I trace a finger lightly around her nipple, careful not to make contact, just to watch it harden in the air. I do the same on the other side.
“Do you trust me?”
She licks her lips, and I want to bite them. I want all of her, all at once. I want to touch everywhere on her body at once. I want to be inside her mouth, her pussy, her ass. I want to explore and claim every square inch of her, so the whole world knows she’s mine; that she’s off limits.
Finally, she nods at my question.
I make her stand there for about ten seconds, knowing it’s an eternity to her. As gingerly as I can, I take a step toward her. I know she senses me getting closer, instinctively knows somehow. When I’m right in front of her, in one quick movement, I shove her to the bed, keeping her pinned down with my hand in the middle of her chest.
“Oh my God!” Her heartrate spikes, and she gasps for breaths. She writhes a little.
I keep her pinned down, hovering over her. “Don’t move an inch.”
She wiggles again, and I push down on her even harder. It’s made obvious she’s teasing me because she grins a little when she does it.
“If you move,