Fleeting Moments(47)

Oh. Hell. No.

I storm over and stop in front of him. He flinches when he notices me, but keeps calm enough that it’s hardly noticeable. “Can we talk?” I say, letting my eyes run over the gorgeous blonde sitting way too close to him.

“I’m busy,” he mutters.

“Fine, then I’ll say it in front of everyone. It wasn’t what it looked like.” All chatter in the room quickly stops and the room goes quiet.

His face hardens. “Go back to your husband. I’m busy.”

I jerk. “Fuck you,” I hiss, and his eyes grow wild with rage.

“Pardon?”

“You heard me. I said f*ck you. I’ve played this your way; I’ve done what you asked. I lost every-f*cking-thing. Yes, he kissed me. Yes, I let him, but if you stopped to find out why, you’d know it was because I was letting him go.”

He says nothing.

“I was letting him go because I’ve finally accepted that kind of life is no longer something I want.”

“Take your excuses somewhere else,” he mutters.

“No,” I scream. “No, I will not. I’m taking them right here, and you’re going to hear me out.”

“Lucy,” he growls. “Leave.”

“Make me,” I hiss.

Heath stands, shoving the blonde away. He gets in my face and I hold my own, even though I probably look like a child going up against him.

“I don’t want you here. Go home and move on with your life.”

I raise my hands and shove his chest. “Fuck you, Heath.”

“Go home.”

“Oh my god,” I screech, shoving him harder. “You’re such a jerk. I was saying goodbye, I was letting him go. You want to know why I was doing that?”

“No,” he barks.

“Because I’m in love with you, you f*cking dick.”

The entire room stops, dead silent. Including him.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice quieter now. “That’s right. I’m in love with you, and I was closing a door tonight. I was letting him go kindly because regardless of your insane jealously, I loved him once and he deserved that respect. Now, I’m going to leave because I want to punch you in the face so badly my palm is twitching.”

Someone barks a laugh.

I turn.

Heath takes a step and before I know what’s happening, I’m being hauled up and thrown over his shoulder. I squeal as he slaps my ass so hard pain radiates through me. “Don’t ever speak to me like that again,” he growls, storming towards his room. Then he slaps me again.

“Ouch!” I snap. “Stop it.”

“I’m not done.”

He gets into his room and slams the door shut, locking it. A minute later, the music starts up again. Heath takes two big strides towards his bed and tosses me down. I land with a bounce on my back, looking up at him.

“Clothes off.”

I blink, then snap, “Bite me.”

He takes a step closer, his face full of threat and very real promise. “Don’t tempt me.”

“I’m not tempting you. We’re not having sex, remember?”

“That’s off the cards now.”

I open my mouth and gape. “It is not!”

“Baby, it is. You just told me you loved me.”

“Yeah, well,” I scoff, putting a foot to his chest as he moves closer. “I lied.”

He grins.

I roll my eyes.

“We’re doing this, and it’s going to be hard and deep because I’m f*cking pissed off.”

“So am I,” I retort. “More than you.”

His grin turns wolfish. God.

“I don’t know how that can be,” he says, grabbing hold of my pajama bottoms and jerking them down. “You were kissing another man.”

“Excuse me, that man was my husband, and I was doing a good thing,” I retort, kicking, but his hand curls around my ankle and holds me firmly in place.

“Then you show up here yelling at me,” he murmurs, tossing my pants and reaching for my panties.

“You deserved that,” I say, squirming.

“Then,” he hisses, leaning over and jerking my panties off. “You come into my warehouse in your cute-as-shit jammies.”

“Well, I didn’t have time to change.”

He exposes me with a flick of my panties and I’m bare before him, nervous as hell. He stares down at my sex and growls low in his throat before taking my legs and throwing them over his shoulders.

“I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop, as punishment.”

“Whatever,” I say, but my voice is breathy.

He grins and drops to his knees, then he’s between my legs, his tongue lapping at my * without hesitation. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out, because that’s what he wants. I bite down so hard sharp pain radiates through my mouth, but I don’t moan. He licks with ferocity, flicking my clit and then moving down and diving deep inside me.

Don’t squirm.

Oh god, it feels amazing.

“Playing stubborn, baby?” he murmurs against my flesh. “I guess I’d better up my game.”

He finds my clit again and sucks deeper at the same time as he slides his finger inside my sex, curling it upwards and finding that spot. A little gasp escapes my lips and I quickly clamp them closed, but not before I hear his triumphant little hum as he devours my *. Why does he have to be so good at this?