Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,74
cut her off and explain in great detail what bed rest meant and if she went towards the back then he was just going to put her over his knee and spank her ass until she stopped pulling this shit.
When she shifted to the right, he shifted right along with her. Smile gone now, she narrowed her eyes on him as she slowly shifted to the left. He mimicked the move so she stopped and shifted back to the right. He met the move and cocked a brow in challenge.
Smiling, because she was the only woman in the world that would think that challenging him was a game, she shifted right back to the left and cocked a brow as she waited for him to mimic the move. He did, but then he upped the game by following through with that move. When she realized that he was no longer playing, she gasped, mumbled a quick apology to the customers that she was waiting on and made him realize that he’d missed the third option.
His office.
“Shit!” he snarled, pushing past Patrick, who looked absolutely terrified, and went after the little pain in the ass.
When she saw him, she mouthed an, “Oh, shit!” of her own, ducked beneath a tray being carried and rushed towards his office. He was gaining on her quickly and would have caught her if it hadn’t been for one of his waitresses jumping in his path with a wince as she waited for him to tear into her, but he didn’t have time for this bullshit.
Not when the love of his life was waiting for him and there was absolutely no doubt in his mind now that he loved her. He loved absolutely everything about this woman from that cocky little grin that she was shooting him to that sad little victory dance that she was doing.
He fucking adored her.
“Please don’t kill me, Mr. Bradford!” the waitress squealed as she closed her eyes and cringed, waiting for the yelling to start.
“You’re fine,” he absently said as he picked her up and moved her out of the way.
“Thank you for not killing me!” she called after him, sounding truly thankful to be alive.
“Oh, crap!” Rebecca said with a wince as she spotted him coming after her.
“Run,” he said, taking his time going after her, because there really was no rush. Sooner or later he was going to get his hands on her and they both knew it.
She must have realized it as well, because her cheeks flushed red while she ran her eyes over him, licking her lips and nodded, “Okay.”
With that, she turned around and rushed down the hall towards his office. The door had barely managed to shut behind her when he caught up with her. He threw the door open, stepped into his office and with a surprised grunt, he stumbled back against the door, slamming it shut in the process when he suddenly found himself pinned to the door.
“You’re supposed to be upstairs,” he said as he watched her work his belt loose.
“You were shorthanded,” she explained, nibbling on her bottom lip as she focused on the snap of his jeans.
“And how exactly would you know that?” he asked, leaning down so that he could kiss the side of her neck as she pulled his zipper down.
“Because Patrick called upstairs looking for you,” she answered as he felt her reach into his pants and-
Made him moan as her fingertips brushed along the underside of his shaft, making it harder than it had been a few seconds ago. Cupping the back of her neck, he angled his head and kissed her, groaning when he felt her warm, soft hand wrap around his cock.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, groaning as she pulled him free and ran her hand lightly over his cock.
“Probably the same thing that you do to me,” she whispered, smiling as she wrapped her hand around his cock and gave it a slight tug that ripped another groan from him.
“And what do I do to you?” he asked, letting his lips linger against hers and knowing there was no fucking way that he affected her the same way.
She fucking devastated him.
“Everything,” she admitted with a smile, giving him one more kiss before she slowly got down on her knees and-
“Oh, fuck,” he growled as Rebecca destroyed the fantasy he’d been having about this very thing for the past month.