I wedged my hand between his heat and mine, running the tips of my fingers over the soaked fabric of my panties.
Razored eyes sliced up, mean as ever. “Scarlett, don’t.”
“I’m just following your orders,” I hummed, circling my fingers over my covered clit. “Thought you’d be proud.”
A tiny mewl of satisfaction rolled up my throat, cutting off whatever fight James was about to start into next. The noise seemed to stun him, locking his muscles tight and crapping out his brain.
He looked helpless. Conflicted. Absolutely livid.
But above all, James Reyes looked fucking starving.
So I fed him another little sound, anchoring my free hand around the globe of his shoulder as a moan wobbled my spine while my fingers played against my pussy. Sensations were starting to crackle like burning firewood in my core, melting my bones to mush against James.
He was the opposite of mush.
His muscles were all sharpened and taut beneath his glistening skin, each strained breath he forced in and out winding his body tighter and tighter.
“You’re so tense,” I breathed with a rising simper. “You know what would help that?”
“Yeah, not having my boss’s daughter trying to fuck herself against me.”
His cruel delivery stunted my movements.
Despite the half a bottle of whiskey coursing in my veins, the set of my stare on his was dead cold sober.
“Just say the word, and I’ll stop.”
A divot of surprise winked between James’ thick brows as they momentarily stumbled. His eyes jumped between mine, both concentrated hits of arousal with pupils twice their normal size. That lust-drunk gaze slid down my face, stopping on my throat as he considered my offer.
He pushed his squared jaw out, the corners of his mouth working for words he couldn’t force himself to say.
Labored exhales fueled his chest, each one heavier and thicker with tension because he couldn’t say the words. He was getting angry at himself, the tip of his nose wrinkling as I could practically see the slew of curses he was internally slinging at himself fire across his gaze.
The losing battle was fucking addictive to watch play out, confidence coiling around my bones as I laid my forehead to his.
“If you don’t wanna see me come tonight, James, just say so, and I’ll take my business upstairs.”
Choking on a groan, James flexed his hips up, his throbbing cock digging into my inner thigh. Both of our breathing stumbled together as he moved, feeding each other liquored up oxygen so hot and sweet. I rolled my hips back into his reflexively, fireworks zinging like crazy in my belly.
A thundering rumbled up James' naked chest.
“You really are the Queen of the fucking Underworld.”
A wet hand clamped hard on the back of my neck, snatching a harsh breath from my lungs. My eyes flared as James put pressure behind his punishing grip, angling his head back just enough to brush our noses and tangle our breathing.
For one delirious second, I thought, hoped, and maybe even was silly enough to pray he was going to kiss me.
Instead his lips pulled back over his bared teeth, growling, “Just put your hand back in those ridiculous fucking panties and keep going.”
Pleasure burst behind my eyes like stars of a rainbow, the spectrum of color infinite wherever James was concerned.
A sly grin quirked my lips up, and my hand got back to work just like he told me to.
“You don’t like my choice of undergarments?”
Keeping my forehead pressed close to his, he squeezed the small of my neck. “I want to shred them to pieces.”
“So do it.”