Page 38 of The Arrogant One

“Do you still have the other pair?”

He put them somewhere, probably his pocket, and his hand returned to my face, tilting it up to his. “What if I told you they were in my home office?”

“I would ask you if they were in a desk drawer.”

“And if they were?”

I smiled. “I’d wonder why they weren’t framed on top of your desk.”

“Is that where you want them?” He laughed. “So every time I sit there, I think about your cunt?”

“You should be thinking about it anyway. You shouldn’t need the reminder.”

He moaned, “Mmm.” And then he said, “You’re not wrong.”

My eyes closed as the tip of his dick teased my entrance, and I sighed, “You’re torturing me.”

“Consider it your punishment for leaving that morning.”

“Fair. But you’re still an asshole.”

He laughed, a sound that quickly turned to a grunt as he slid into me.

“Ahhh,” I exhaled. “You feel so good.”

The taunting was gone, and now the only thing between us was pleasure. With zero hesitation in the way he moved, the satisfaction was coming in fast.

He wanted me.

And it was beyond clear that he was tired of waiting to have me.

“Considering how many times I fucked you that night, you would think I’d already know how tight you are. But, goddamn it, it comes as a surprise every time I thrust into you. And”—he let out a loud moan—“not only are you tight, but you’re so wet too.”

I could feel it.

I’d been turned on since I’d found out the woman was his sister, and every bit of conversation that followed was just verbal foreplay. By the time he had walked me out of the ladies’ room, I had been soaked.

“It’s what you do to me,” I admitted.

He picked up speed, going faster and deeper with each stroke. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

My nails went into his shoulders. Despite him wearing a button-down, I swore I pierced the material and went straight into his skin.

Especially as his power increased and he hissed, “Fuck yeah,” and that caused me to buck against him.

My body couldn’t fight what was happening. The tingles, the tightness, the wetness—I could sense it all. It was as thoughI hadn’t been touched in years. That was how strong this felt, and that was the intensity in which this moved through me. I was just so tuned into him, so overwhelmed by what he was bringing out in me.

He wasn’t just holding me against the wall, fucking me.

He was grinding his hips in a circle, hitting spots that I hadn’t even realized were sensitive, positioning me in a way where every time he dived forward, he hit my clit. And when he was all the way in, he twisted again, tapping my G-spot.

The combination was almost too much to bear.

“Oh!” I shouted. “Yes!”

I didn’t know if there were people walking by the entrance of the alley. I didn’t know if there were employees coming out the back of the restaurant to smoke who could hear us.

I didn’t care.