I inhale. “Because I’m a possessive man who has trouble splitting his attention. I’ve been focused on working my way up the ladder and creating a life for myself. I have certain inclinations that make it difficult for me to find a good fit.”
“Inclinations can mean a lot of things, West.” She toys with the button on my shirt.
“Control. I like to have it.”
“Are you trying to romanticize assholism?” she asks.
I snicker. “No, but I like to take care of my lady completely. You see, I don’t do casual. I like good mornings and goodnights. I want to know what’s going on in her life.”
Her body tenses. “To control it?”
“No. So I can take care of what’s mine in whatever way is necessary.”
“Jesus, Weston,” she whispers breathily.
“I’m only telling you this to make sure you know what you’re asking me for.”
“Iwantit.” Her words are a quick jumble I have to take a minute to decipher.
“Be sure.” I study her face. “Really sure.”
Her eyes dilate, and her body all but vibrates with need. I can fix that. I press the lower half of my body into hers, and her heat singes me through our layers of clothes. All the blood in my body rushes down. I watch her eyes darken as I grow to half-mast. This is a dangerous game to play. She swallows, and I trace the hollow of her throat with my finger.
“I’m sure,” she croaks.
I smirk. I like seeing that calm, unruffled exterior she has breached.
“The first thing we have to remember is that someone is always watching.”
“Oh?” Her lips make an O. I can think of ways to put that to good use.
“That’s how the company stays on top. Being one step ahead of the competition. From now on, you belong to me, Adora. You’re going to get the full Weston treatment, and I want you to remember you not only agreed to it, you asked for it.”
She closes her eyes and shivers.
I trail my fingers down her arms. “Now I want you to be a good girl, go inside, take a nice bath, and go to bed. You had a long, harrowing day, and you’re just as jet legged as me.”
Her eyes pop open. “But I have to—”
I place a finger over her lips and lean in to whisper in her ear, “Be a good girl, and listen to Daddy.”
She moans, and my dick nearly springs a leak. I’m screwed.
Chapter Two
Adora
Drip. Drip. Drip. I pry my eyes open and groan. Did I leave the faucet on in the bathroom? I try to focus on the source. The pitter-patter of water continues. A cold drop of something hits my forehead. I shoot up in bed, instantly awake as every horror movie I’ve ever seen in a hotel flash through in my mind. I hold my breath, afraid if I breathe too fast, I’ll miss it. The noise continues. A few more drops fall onto my bare skin. Not a dream.
I roll from the bed. Fumbling with the lamp on the bedside, I desperately seek out illumination. Fear and sleep have turned me clumsy. The light crashes to the ground, and I cry out. Still blind in an unfamiliar layout, I stumble toward the wall, hands out. I feel my way to the light switch, patting the wall. A rough nodule presses against my palm and I rejoice. I shove it up. Dark spots have formed on the ceiling above my head. Water droplets are falling from the area above my bed like rain.
A door behind me swings open and slams into the wall. I jump. West runs in, shoulder first like a linebacker. His face is a fierce mask. He looks ready to murder despite his sleep heavy eyelids. I can’t help but leer at the lithe body he has on display. I knew he was fit but damn.
His broad, muscular chest and firm abs have me drooling. I want to trail my fingers down them and into the band of the navy-blue pajama pants, which sit low on his hips that form a V I want to lick with my tongue.
He rushes over to me. “What’s wrong?”
I point while I try not to swallow my own tongue.