"And yes, I can."
"Then you are, too.
And I can, too."
"So you demonstrated.
Have any idea how difficult it is to do business with someone when they can't get within three feet of you?" I froze, because I'd made the three- feet rule applicable only to women.
"Why would someone need to be that close to you?" "To point out areas of interest on design schematics spread out in front of me and to fit alongside me within camera range for a teleconference - two things you made very difficult."
Lifting his head, he looked down at me.
"I was working.
You were playing."
"I don't care.
If it's good for me, it's good for you."
But I was secretly pleased that Gideon had put up with the inconvenience, just as I had.
Reaching down, he caught me by the back of the thigh and yanked my legs wider apart.
"You're not going to get a hundred percent equality in this relationship."
"The hell I'm not."
His h*ps settled into the opening he'd made.
He rocked against me, rubbing the thick ridge of his erection against my sex.
"You're not," he repeated, his hands pushing into my hair to grip my scalp and hold me in place.
Rolling his hips, he massaged my hypersensitive clit.
The seam of his jeans was in the perfect place to stir my ever-simmering lust for him.
Arousal spiked in my blood.
"Stop it.
I can't think when you do that."
"Don't think.
Just listen, Eva.
Who I am and what I've built makes me a target.
You know the score, because you know what it's like to live with wealth and the attention it attracts."
"The guy at the bar wasn't a threat."
"That's debatable."
Irritation burned through me.