“It’s all fun and games ’til someone gets hurt,” I mutter the second the door closes behind us.
“I couldn’t agree more,” she says, gritting her teeth.
“Didn’t look like you gave a shit about someone getting hurt a minute ago,” I reply.
She whips around to face me, her eyes blazing. “What thefuckis wrong with you?” she asks.
“I could say the same thing to you. Are you a complete sociopath?”
“What? You’re the one who offered me up like I was a wench at a pirate-bride auction.”
“Ha! I didn’t think you’d actuallydoit. I hope you’re happy now. You’ve ruined that boy.”
“I’veruined him? You’re the one who threw me at him! And now you’re all pissy because I did exactly what you told me to do?” she seethes. “Who’s the sociopath now?”
I throw up my hands in frustration.
“It looks like I’m not the only one who’s a suicide bomber, huh?” she says. “Looks like you’re willing to blow yourself up to win every bit as much as I am.”
She’s right about that. Fuck. I’m a fucking suicide bomber, goddammit. What’s happening to me? Kat’s driving me certifiably insane.
Wordlessly, I grab her arm and pull her to the elevators—I’m gonna drag her to her room and ditch her sorry ass there, let her think about what she just did to poor Henn—what she just did to me, goddammit—but when the doors open, something overtakes me. This woman makes me fucking crazy. I can’t get enough of her, even when she pisses me off.
I pull her inside the elevator, drop my duffel bag, and slam her against the fucking wall, pressing my hard-on into her and kissing her neck.
She moans loudly. “Yes,” she breathes.
“Stop torturing me,” I say, groping her breasts. “No more fucking games.”
She throws her head back and lifts her leg around my waist, guiding my hard-on into her crotch. I grind into her, pinning her hands above her head, licking and kissing her face, her ears, her chin—but not her lips. Fuck no, not her lips. There’s no fucking way.
The doors open. We’re on her floor. I pick up the duffel and drag her out of the elevator roughly and into the hallway, but we don’t make it more than a few steps before I’m attacking her again. Goddamn this woman. I pin her to the wall again, just outside the elevator, and unbutton her jeans, sliding my hand inside her pants. She cries out as my fingers slide into her pussy. Oh God, she’s so wet. My dick is throbbing mercilessly. I can’t stand this anymore. I’ve got to have her. “You’re evil,” I say, sliding my fingers in and out of her. “You’re so fucking evil.”
She moans loudly as my fingers fuck her furiously.
She begins pawing at the front of my jeans, trying to unbutton my fly.
“I’ve got to have you,” I growl. “Fuck this shit, Kat. Come on.”
“Yes,” she says. “Do it. Come on.”
The nearby elevator dings.
I pull my hand out of her pants and leap back from her, shaking with my arousal, and a small group of forty-something women tumble out of the elevator, laughing hysterically.
“Which way?” I mumble. “I forget your room number.”
She points. “2715.”
I grab her arm and yank her toward her room, my cock throbbing, my nostrils flaring. “No more bullshit. I’m fucking you right now. This is over right now.”
“Why didn’t you stop me?” she asks as I drag her down the hallway.
“Because I didn’t think you were gonna actually go through with it.”
“I thought for sure you were gonna stop me.”
We’ve reached her room. “Gimme your key. I’m fucking you right now.”
