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“One think you don’t know about me,P’Taz.” I growled softly. “Is that I like it rough. And when this is over, you’re going to be the one purring.”
I thought for sure she’d give up and release me.
Instead, she leaned her body on me, her hard nipples pressing through the soft material of her top and into my chest.
Taz kissed me then.
At first, I wasn’t sure what to do.
But as her tongue slid between my lips, I spread them for her and was rewarded with her moaning. Reaching up, I tangled my fingers in her hair and tugged her mouth away from mine, but it was too late.
I was hard and panting and on the very brink.
“This is not the place.” I pushed her away.
She stepped toward me again and leaned in for another kiss.
My body was already rebelling—that couldn’t happen.
When I didn’t allow her to kiss me, she grabbed my crotch.
She squeezed and I lost control.
Tightening my fingers in her hair, I held her head in place to keep her mouth away from mine. Turning, I pressed her into the wall.
“What did I tell you?” My voice sounded harsh to even me, but I couldn’t control it. “What did I say to you about all of this?”
“You don’t want me?”
I released her. “I’m not having this conversation with you, P’Taz.”
Taz punched my shoulder—hard.
“Let’s find what we can find here and go.” I told her.
But even as I said that, I felt like a jerk.
But my heart couldn’t take this.
My body couldn’t take this.
I didn’t want to do things to her that she would later regret.
And when I put my mouth in the places I’d been craving, touched her in places she never imagined, she would definitely regret it.
“Storm.”
I held my breath for a moment, but couldn’t look at her.
“Storm, please.”
“I’m trying to keep this friendship.” I admitted. “Don’t make this any harder.”
Leaving the room, I wandered down the hall to Clive’s office. There wasn’t much there but an empty desk and a wall filled with framed articles, and pictures of him meeting different dignitaries and celebrities he probably hadn’t managed to piss off yet.
But the room was clean—almost too clean.
I sat in the overstuffed chair behind the desk and allowed my eyes to slowly pan the room. Deep down I felt like there was something there. And even as I tried figuring that out, I remembered the opened safe that sat behind the picture frame I’d found in the other room.