“Do you want me to be?” I asked, earning myself a curious glance from one of the women to my right.
“Yes,” Holland said just as the elevator stopped on the floor of the hotel restaurant. My grip on my phone tightened as everyone got out, and as soon as I was alone again, I exhaled hard into the phone.
“I need to fuck you, Holland,” I said, prompting her to whine adorably.
“Don’t say that right now.”
“Why?”
“Because,” she huffed as I heard the sound of a voice in the background. Someone asking her if a seat was taken. I couldn’t be sure if she nodded or shook her head, if someone was next to her or not before she started talking to me again. “Because you’re making me too horny, Iain, and it’s not comfortable for me to be this wet without any panties on.”
I stilled at her words, clenching my jaw hard as the doors opened on my floor. “I don’t want you talking like that in public, Holland,” I said, feeling my pulse steadily rising as I stepped out.
“Why?” she asked, sounding so genuinely confused that I entertained the brief compulsion to call the bar she was at and tell them that she was cut off for the night.
“Because I can guarantee you there are already several guys who’ve had their eye on you all night,” I said tightly, furiously loosening my tie as I got into the room. “And the last thing I want them to hear is you talking about how you don’t have any panties covering that wet pussy of yours.”
“Iain, it’s way too loud for them to hear. And even if they did, it’s not like they’re going to just bend me over the bar and take me without asking,” she said with a little laugh that went straight to my balls. Then she paused, mischief in her voice as she said, “I only let one person do that.”
My grip tightened on my phone. I could’ve fucking thrown it at this point.
Instead, I hit speaker and tossed it onto the bed, whipping my tie off my neck and picturing it wound around Holland’s wrists.
“Did I already tell you how much you’re goddamned killing me right now?” I asked heatedly as I undid the buttons on my shirt.
“Mm-hm.”
“Forgot how much you like pissing me off.”
“It’s one of my new favorite things.”
My lip curled. “You used to be such a good girl.”
“I was,” she agreed, her voice quiet and far away. “And I still would’ve sucked your dick if you asked me to.”
Fucking hell.
My temper spiked as I paused in the middle of the room. “I told you I don’t like when you talk like that,” I growled.
“Well, I like it. It’s making me hump my chair right in the middle of the bar.”
I closed my eyes for a second. “You better be lying to me, Holland.”
“I might be. I might not be.”
“Holland.”
“I might just make myself come right in front of everyone right now,” she said, making me clench my grip on the buckle of my belt. “Too bad you’re not here, and there’s no way for you to find—”
The call cut off suddenly.
Both calls back went straight to her voicemail.
Her phone was dead. Fuck.
Instinctively, I flew into problem-solving mode. I could call the bar. If I knew where she was. I could get her roommate’s contact information. Though she wasn’t necessarily with Holland right now. My mind ran through a thousand ways to reach her before I realized none were feasible, and for once, I didn’t have a solution. My only option was to undress in a fury and get in the shower, turn on the cold water and hope to put out the fire she’d set under my skin.
Of course, that didn’t work, so instead I jacked it like an animal. With my muscles tensed and my head tipped back, I let the water rain down on me as I furiously fisted my cock while thinking about how completely goddamned insane Holland Maxwell drove me.