Page 14 of Filthy Rich Brother’s Best Friends (Filthy Rich Harems #5)

“You heard me.” I take a step forward. “You had no problem taking Wes’s money to get this place started. But let someone show up because they care? That’s too much.”

“You don’t care,” she snaps.

“I do,” I bite out. “You just can’t fucking stand the idea that I might.”

She moves to brush past me, already done with the conversation. I block her path. Her eyes are blazing when they meet mine. My heart stutters.

“Admit you need help.”

“I don’t.”

“Yes you fucking do. God, why are you so stubborn!?”

She shoves me. Hard.

She hit my chest with more anger than force, but it still hurts. Her eyes are wild and wide and she’s breathing so hard I’m worried she’s going to need a paper bag soon. She’s seething.

She goes to shove me again, and I grab her wrists without thinking. She steps back. Her spine hits the wall behind her, and I don’t stop until there’s zero room left between us. Her hands are still trapped in mine, caught between our bodies.

I don’t let go when she presses them harder into my chest.

She’s so close I can see every freckle on her face. Her breasts are brushing my stomach. Every inch of her skin is flushed with anger. I can’t take my eyes off of her.

And she’s not shoving anymore.

“You gonna push me again?”

“Maybe,” she whispers.

She’s not happy but she's not pulling away either. I feel her breath on my skin and I can’t even hide my reaction.

She gasps.

Yeah. She feels it.

I’m so fucking hard I might bust the seam of my pants, and now there’s no space left to hide it.

She swallows hard. My eyes are locked on her throat. I feel her fingers twitch where they’re pinned between us. She finally looks up at me.

“You feel that?” I murmur.

She shakes her head but her hands curl into my shirt. I can feel her nails scraping across my skin as they catch on the fabric. I think she’s going to push me again. She pulls me in instead.

“I don’t feel anything,” she says.

“You’re a goddamn liar.”

I close the space between us and crash my mouth into hers. I kiss her—hard—with everything I’ve been holding back for years.

She makes a little sound of surprise, but then she’s kissing me back with the same desperation. Her whole body leans into mine, years of pent-up emotion crashing forward all at once.

Everything else falls away. All I can feel is the press of her mouth against mine. She moans when I slide my hand down her back, and that sound—fuck. That sound shoots straight through me.

Her fingers thread through my hair and tug. I groan, then growl low in her ear, “You always this needy when you’re mad at me?”

She nips my bottom lip. “Go to hell.”

I grin. “Ladies first.”

Then I drag my mouth to her throat, tasting the heat pulsing just beneath her skin. I bite down hard enough to make her gasp.

My hand slides beneath her tank, and I skim my fingers across her stomach, her ribs, her bra. Her skin’s warm. She shivers when I drag my thumb across her nipple. Then her hips move forward, grinding against me.

I groan into her mouth. Damn, she feels good.

My other hand slides down, grabbing the back of her thigh. I lift her up and pin her harder against the wall. She rocks her hips against mine again, and the friction damn near ruins me.

She whimpers. Her forehead presses to mine. “This is a bad idea.”

“I know,” I say. But I kiss her again anyway.

There’s no stopping this. Not this time. I reach behind her and yank at the waistband of her leggings. I manage to get them halfway down her thighs.

“Reid,” she whispers, her voice unsteady.

I drag my hand between us and slide it down her toned stomach until I find the promised land.

“Fuck, Lola,” I whisper into her skin. “You’re soaked.”

Her head falls back against the wall. Her lips part, but no sound comes out. I drag my fingers through her folds, taking my time with each pass. When I find her clit, I circle it with just enough pressure to make her gasp. Then I do it over and over again.

“Fuck,” I whisper against her mouth. “You want this?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck. Don’t stop.”

That’s all I need.

I kiss her again as I keep working her clit. Her hips rock into my hand, grinding against the pressure like she can’t get close enough. She’s not holding anything back now.

“You gonna fall apart for me?” I growl. “Right here, where anyone could walk in?”

She trembles. “I don’t care. Just—don’t stop.”

I won’t.

I deepen the kiss. My tongue slides against hers, and I feel her nails dig into my shoulders.

She’s so damn responsive.

I slide my hand lower and push a finger inside. Her pussy clenches around my finger, pulling me in deeper with every pulse.

“Jesus,” I hiss. “You’re so fucking needy.”

“Reid,” she pants.

“You like that?” I press another finger in, and curl them up. “Bet you dream about this. Bet you fuck yourself in that pretty little bed wishing it was me.”

“Reid—”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

Her thighs tense around my hand as I work her open. She claws at my shoulders until she pulls me closer and her mouth finds mine again.

I thrust my fingers harder inside her, and she cries out into my mouth. The sound rips something loose in me, waking something I’ve kept locked down for too long.

I want to wreck her. I’m not stopping until I ruin her for anyone else.

Her movements get more frantic and I know she’s close.

I drag my mouth to her ear. “Come for me.”

She convulses with something between a sob and a moan as she falls apart on my fingers. I feel every twitch of her pussy, every desperate squeeze. I hold her through it, dragging my mouth down her neck while her breath shudders in my ear. The sound makes my cock ache.

She buries her face in my neck and rides every wave of it with no shame. When her pussy finally stops pulsing and she sags against me, I ease my fingers out.

I grip her hair, tilting her head so she’s looking right at me. Her eyes stay locked on mine as I slide my fingers between my lips. She watches me as I clean up the mess she made. Fuck , she tastes like goddamn nirvana.

She pulls me in again, but just as quickly she shoves me back.

For a second, I think I fucked up. Panic claws at me as I step back just enough to let her feet hit the floor. I brace for regret. But then her fingers go to my waistband. She tugs frantically, yanking my pants and briefs down just far enough to free me.

My cock springs free and the head is soaked in pre-cum.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget how to—” The words die in my throat as her fingers wrap around me.

She grips the base and slides up slowly. Her thumb circles around the tip. My hips jerk forward and I groan through clenched teeth.

My cock throbs under her touch. I need to be inside her. Now.

I grab her waist and spin her hard.

She gasps as her forearms hit the wall, palms slapping against it for balance. I kick her legs apart and cage her between my body and the wall. Her back arches.

“Good girl. That’s it.”

I grip my cock and drag it through her soaked pussy. She’s still trembling from that last orgasm, but her hips push toward me, greedy for more.

“Why are you so wet when you hate me so much?” I growl.

I slide up again, slower this time. My tip catches on her clit and she shudders. Her thighs flex, but I don’t let her close them. I press my palm between her shoulder blades, pinning her in place. She lets out a desperate whimper.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” she pants. “I want all of it.”

I line up with her entrance. My vision tunnels. Every muscle in my body goes tight. Then?—

“Hello?”

The voice breaks the spell and it stops us dead in our tracks.

“Reid? Are you here? A little birdie told me you’d stopped by to visit Lo-lo at work.”

Fuck.

I jerk back fast. I reach for my pants, fumbling for the waistband with hands that suddenly don’t work correctly. I tuck myself back in as quickly as I can.

“Reid!”

I take one last look at her. She looks fucking wrecked in the best way. Her shirt’s still pulled up and her pants are still around her thighs. It gives me the perfect view of her dripping pussy. I don’t want to look away. I want to drop to my knees and drink every last drop of her.

But there’s no time for that.

I’m about to head out of the office when I look back at Lola’s face. She looks wrecked—and not the way I wanted. The high I was riding disappears in an instant.

But now isn’t the time to handle that.

I round the corner and force a smile.

“Hey, Gigi.”