Love Triangle Six Books of Torn Desire - Willow Winters Page 0,238

at rest. I lift his shirt higher and allow my lips to trail down to the solid expanse of skin on his abdomen. His body is like an ice cream cone that I can’t lick fast enough, but he tastes even better. My hand trails down to his pants, where I cup his growing erection. He moans and lifts his hips toward my hand. I kneel down on the floor between his legs and pull the button of his jeans. I reach in and pull out his thick length, fisting it and stroking it a few times before I lick the tip tentatively. He thrusts up again, and I tease him. I run my tongue along his length, swirl the tip, and repeat as I continue to stroke him.

When I finally cover the swollen, thick head with my mouth, a sexy grunt rumbles up from his chest. His hands bat my hands out of the way and then go to my hair, and even though I’m the one with something to prove here, he’s the one taking control. He thrusts his hips toward me, fucking my mouth, shoving his way in and pulling back out, using me as he pleases. And I’m content to rock back on my knees and give him everything he wants.

I reach down and rub at myself furiously, needing some friction, but he bats my hand away again. He wants this to be just about him, and I can only hope he’ll reward me next.

If this is what he needs to prove I believe him, that I’m past the whole Kelsey thing, then I’ll do it.

Even if it’s not completely true.

Chapter Twenty

I’ve been trying to think of a way to get Brian to take me back to his place without being obvious about it when, to my surprise, he invites me over a few days later.

“I’m having a few people over tonight,” he says to me over the phone around lunchtime. “It’s a business dinner that’ll probably be pretty boring, but do you want to come?”

“Sure, that’s fine.” I try to pretend I don’t care one way or the other, but my heart races. Having a few people over tonight. Will Mark be among those people? I nearly slip and ask him.

“Come hungry. I ordered catering from that Italian place you like. I’ll send a car around seven. I won’t be able to pick you up ahead of time because I have to entertain clients.”

“I can just drive over.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you tonight at seven.”

“You’ll need a key to get up.”

“I’ll text you when I drop my car at valet.”

“Okay. I’ll send someone down to get you.”

Please let it be Mark. Please let it be Mark.

It’s stupid to even think that Brian would voluntarily put Mark and me alone together in the small confines of a sexy elevator, but the thought still preys on my mind.

When I arrive, it’s not Mark. It’s Kelsey, Brian’s secretary.

Is he trying to send me a message? Is this his way of proving that he has nothing to hide where she’s concerned? Or is he overcompensating by sending her down because something is going on between them?

I want to throw up when her eyes meet mine. She’s been in Mark’s condo. Has he slept with her? She gets to see Brian every day at work before he leaves to come to my place. Has she slept with him, too?

I hate the jealousy that grabs hold of me just seeing her. She’s wearing a simple and professional black dress with black heels, and she looks like she just stepped off the runway. I can practically see her hair blowing in the breeze, her model-perfect makeup making her skin glow.

I feel like a child in my emerald green dress with frills around the arms. I felt sexy when I left the house, but I look immature next to the sleek bitch beside me.

She looks at me with that same disdain she gave me the only other time we met when I went to Brian’s office for the school fundraiser. She doesn’t say anything to me, merely waits for me to step onto the elevator.

I can’t think of anything I want less than being in an enclosed space with her.

I don’t even know why I hate her. Brian hasn’t given me a reason not to trust her, but it’s something in the way she looks at me. The manipulation, the disdain. She looks at me like she knows something I don’t, and I