Page 133 of The Billionaire's Baby

He frowns, then mouths, "Fuck off."

I bare my teeth, raise my fist and plant it in his grinning countenance. He staggers back, then rights himself and comes at me. I move aside and he charges past me. I kick his legs out from under him and he hits the floor face down. The entire floor seems to shake with the impact. The music pumps up another notch, the laser lights swiveling across our faces. The asshole on the ground stirs, and I move toward him, when a hand grabs at me and tugs. I turn and her green gaze collides with mine. "Don’t," she mouths, shaking her head frantically, "he’s not worth it."

"He touched you," I yell back at her. The music drowns out my voice but she must lip read me, for her grasp on me tightens.

"Don’t." Her chest rises and falls; her eyes widen with apprehension. "Please don’t, Ari."

"How dare he get close to you?" I growl. "I am going to kill him." I turn my attention back to the tosser on the floor.

She steps in between us, throws her arms around my waist. She tips up her chin, holds my gaze, "Dance with me."

I stare past her at the bastard on the floor. He stirs, then lurches up to his feet. I strain forward and she begins to move against me, thrusts her pelvis into mine, then rubs her gorgeous tits into my chest. The little tease. I watch her as she rotates her hips, grinding her core against the growing bulge in my jeans. She licks her lips, and fuck, if I don’t come right then.

A movement catches my attention. I look up to find the asshole staggering away.

She cups my cheek, forcing me to look away and at her. She goes up to tip-toes, lifts her head, and my gaze drops to the gleaming flesh of her lips. My throat closes.

She continues her exaggerated hip movements, and I take in the swell of her breasts, the slim waist that flares out to the curve of her arse that she wiggles as she undulates her body against mine.

My cock thickens, my balls harden, and damn, if I don’t want her right now.

I lower my head, try to kiss her, but she evades me. She steps away, pivots so her back is to me, then continues her bump and grind routine. She juts out her butt, wiggles it, all the while moving, shaking that gorgeous body of hers in a way that’s sure to have every man and woman here salivating after her. I glance around to find that, sure enough, we have an audience. People closest to us have stopped dancing, formed a circle as she gyrates, trails her fingers about her neck, sweeps it over her breasts, down to the flat of her stomach as she circles her hips again. She turns to throw me a coquettish glance, her eyes gleaming.

I quirk my finger at her; she shakes her head.

I frown and she chuckles. She turns to face me again, digs her fingers into her hair and piles it above her head in a move that’s meant to seduce. She moves in again, presses herself to my front, from breast to pelvis to thigh, and that’s when something inside of me snaps. I am going to have her all to myself. End of story. I bend my knees, grab her around the back of her thighs and throw her over my shoulder.

Instantly, she twists in my grasp, almost pulling free. Sneaky. But nothing less than I expected. After all, she is a security consultant. Surely, she’s trained in martial arts. But hell, if I am not a match for her. I tighten my hold around her and she only wriggles harder.

She pushes her breasts into my back, and I am sure she must be hurling insults at me. Good thing I can’t hear her above the music, eh? She buries her fists in the small of my back, and I feel it all the way to the tip of my cock. Yep, definitely needs to be taught a lesson. I bring my palm down on her butt and she stills. Then begins to squirm and writhe against me, and that only makes me harder. Damn it. I walk off the dance floor, out of the room, and down the corridor.

Reaching the door at the far end, I twist it open. A snogging couple breaks apart. "Out," I growl. They break apart, careen out. I step in, slam the door shut and the noise cuts out.

"Let me the fuck go, you swine," her scream almost takes my ear off.

"Your wish is my command."

I pull my arms away and she topples to the floor.

45

Karina

"What in the ever lovin’ hell?" My back connects with the floor of the restroom. The godawful bathroom of the bloody bar, where god knows how many people have been today? "Argh!" I shake the hair out of my eyes, then spring up to my feet, rubbing my ass. "Why did you drop me like that?" I yell.

"How dare you dance with another man?" he growls back.

"It’s a free country, you ass. Besides, I thought I told you to stay away from me."

His jaw firms. "I tried," he rotates his shoulders, "but it’s your fault that I can’t keep away."

"My fault?" I gape. "What the hell do you mean?"

"You were all over that man—"

"I wasn’t."

"You were shoving your tits at him—"