kisses and BJ’s kisses, she would be putty in their hands.
She shook her head then chuckled, but it came out sounding odd.
“I’m not going to your place and I am not leaving here. Get out, Monte, and leave me alone.”
He was immediately next to her, kneeling by the side of the couch. He stared into her eyes and she lifted her chin in defiance of his orders.
He in return challenged her. Not with words so they could battle this out, but with the reality of their attraction.
He touched a finger to her bottom lip.
“You’re stubborn and bullheaded,” he whispered as he slowly trailed his finger down her chin, over her cleavage, tickling, stimulating her nipples and making them hard. He went lower, to the V between her legs, but bypassed it and went down her left thigh over the frilly fabric of her miniskirt. But damn did she really want his finger to touch her pussy. She felt her cheeks warm, and she swallowed again.
“So fucking beautiful and perfect.” He inched his finger lower to her ankles then used his entire, large hand to caress and grip her calf before he smoothed it up her leg to her thigh. She waited in anticipation of his touch, imagining that solid, thick hand cupping her mound and his long, thick finger pressing up into her pussy. Her lips parted. Her breathing grew choppy.
“You got me so fucking hot and hard right now, Susanna, that it’s taking every ounce of my self-control to not move faster.”
Oh God.
He inched his hand a little further under her skirt and all the way up to her hip bone and over the thin strap of her thong panties. His eyes widened as he looked up at her and into her eyes.
“If your ribs weren’t bruised right now, there’d be a lot less talking and a whole lot of fucking going on.”
“Oh God, Monte.” She closed her eyes and took an unsteady breath. Then she realized what she’d said out loud.
Her eyes popped open, and he remained staring at her.
“We’ll have our time together, Susanna. You’ll be spread out naked for BJ and me to devour and love. You keep fighting all you want, but you’ll give in. You’ll realize that the three of us are meant to be.”
At that moment she would have told him to not worry about her ribs and just give her what they both wanted. She began to speak when the buzzer on the desk went off, and she nearly jumped up off the couch.
Monte didn’t flinch. “I’ll get it.” He rose up and walked over to her desk. She tightened her legs together and prayed that when she got up there wouldn’t be a pool of her sticky cream covering the leather, evidence to how turned on Monte made her.
“That was Ava. She said she’d take care of everything if you wanted to head home early. I told her I was driving you.”
Chapter 4
“Ava, we’ve got a problem,” Juliet stated over the walkie-talkies.
“What’s the problem?” Ava asked as she looked toward the front entrance and saw Tyler Depolis, the fire marshal heading inside with a clipboard. Just as she prepared to speak with him, she saw Paula cut him off. Ava smiled. Paula would handle the situation for them.
“Forget it. Paula’s got it covered,” Juliet chimed in then laughed.
* * * *
Paula saw Tyler and she knew why he was there. The place was jam–packed, and she had tried her hardest to maintain the numbers allowed by the fire marshal, but it was difficult with people coming and going.
She approached cautiously. He was a hard-ass and older than her by a good seven years. She heard him talking with Big Dog.
“I want to know why so many people were allowed entry into this place. There are safety rules for a reason!” He looked around the area. Behind him, Paula motioned with her hand for Juliet and Ava to start moving people out of the building. G-Force and the other bouncers would help.
“Good evening!” Paula yelled over the loud music as she approached Tyler. She was glad she wore her short skirt and shimmering tank top tonight. But one look