Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(68)

It’s not the first time she’s come in here and tried to seduce me, and I’ve fucked her on the couch and over the desk before. Both times when I knew Gage wasn’t going to be coming in for a while.

But tonight, I’m just not feeling it for some reason. I’m not in the mood.

Even looking at her tits practically spilling out of her skimpy little bikini top when she leans over the desk doesn’t get me in the mood.

“Not tonight, sorry,” I tell her. “I got work to do. The boss hates it when I leave paperwork undone.”

Her pout just gets bigger, and she comes around the desk to my side of it, letting one hand trail over my shoulders.

“You could take a tiny break,” she suggests, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. “Just a little one. Too much work is bad for you, you know? I could… massage your shoulders. Or something else.”

“Any other time, I’d love to see what you can do with those hands, but I’m busy right now.”

She laughs, pulling the rolling chair back enough that she can drape herself over my lap. “Sure. You’re so much more interested in paperwork than me.”

Her weight is familiar, and she smells good. Like perfume and whatever she uses in her hair, with that undercurrent of sweat and sex that always seems to linger around this place. She starts mouthing at my neck, kissing over my pulse point while her hand drags down my chest, heading lower.

“I know what you really want, Ash,” she whispers. “You don’t usually play so hard to get, though.”

“Yeah, I’m not playing,” I tell her, putting a bit more firmness in my voice. “Not tonight. You should be working, anyway.”

Bethany pulls back, surprise and disappointment gleaming in her eyes. “Um… I was on break, but okay. If you wanna be like that, I’ll just go.”

I don’t stop her as she crawls off my lap a bit less gracefully than she climbed onto it and walks out, letting the door close with a snap behind her.

I’ll have to smooth things over with her later, just to make sure there’s no unnecessary drama at the club. But actually… her words give me an idea.

River is back to square one with finding an opening to take out Ivan St. James after the botched assassination attempt of a couple days ago. But maybe there’s a route we haven’t considered yet.

I finish up the page I was working on and then leave the club, heading home.

The house is mostly quiet when I arrive, but there are lights on in the living room, so I head in there and find River on the couch, watching something on TV.

She’s curled up at one end of the large couch in some little shorts and a tank top, and I like the way she looks. It’s not just that her skimpy clothes show off a good amount of pale, tattooed skin, and the scars she wears like fine jewelry. It’s that she looks… comfortable like this. She looks like she belongs here.

She looks at home.

I prowl toward her, and she doesn’t react at first, keeping her eyes on the TV. She only looks up when I get right in front of her and lean over her, bracing one hand on the back of the couch and getting right in her personal space.

“Well, well,” I murmur, my voice low and seductive. “I didn’t expect to find you down here.”

“I figured I should make use of your stupidly big TV while I have the chance,” she fires back, making a face.

Of course she doesn’t seem intimidated. I’d think I didn’t have any effect on her at all if it weren’t for the fact that I can look down and see how her nipples are hard against the thin fabric of her tank top.

“You sure you weren’t waiting up for me?” I tease her.

River rolls her eyes. “Why would I do that? We all know you probably fucked yourself out at the club. Waiting up for a slut is just a waste of time.”

I press a hand over my heart. “I’m wounded. Maybe I came right home for you.”

“Sure. That’s why you smell like perfume and have lipstick on your collar. Because you were so chaste tonight.”

Her tone is dismissive, but I grin and shake my head. “Nah, I didn’t hook up with anyone tonight. There was even a very hot dancer in the office trying her best to get in my pants, but I turned her down. The only hole I want to fuck right now is yours.”

I expect her to come back with something snarky or tell me to fuck off, but instead, it’s like her eyes go cold and shuttered. The smirk drops from her face, and she pushes me away from her, standing up to leave.

I grab her wrist before she can go, sitting down on the couch and tugging her back down in the same gesture. River ends up in my lap, facing away from me, her back pressed to my chest.

She goes stiff but doesn’t immediately move away, so I let my hands wander, ghosting over her sides and down her thighs before I slip one hand into her shorts.

I can feel the heat from her pussy through her underwear, and I rub the front of them teasingly, feeling her squirm. I don’t know what pissed her off a second ago, not sure what I said that struck a nerve, but whatever it is, it seems to have passed. Her body melts into mine a little, and I love the feel of her curves pressed against me.

“I had an idea,” I murmur, keeping my voice soft and letting it vibrate against her back. “Something that might help you.”

“With what?” she asks. She sounds tense, but not pissed. I’ll take it.