26. McCarthy
MCCARTHY
T he night air sobers me up, but not enough to where I stop wanting Jenna.
I kiss her dirty and filthy in the back seat of the limo Jenna had on standby on the off chance that my fake date didn’t end as a flaming dumpster fire.
“You can’t honestly tell me…” I scrape my teeth under her jaw, tangle my hand in her hair, and force her head back so I can kiss her. “That you actually wanted me to take that girl home and fuck her in my bed instead of you, while you hid in the cold garage, wishing it was you.”
She’s half sprawled on the seat. She smells like desire, like surrender, like winning.
“I have mindless doomscrolling to catch up on.” Jenna’s straining against me. Just the pressure of her palms against my chest is driving me insane .
“You and I both know you want me to drag you by your hair, throw you on the floor, and rip your panties off.”
One of her hands reaches up to clutch the back of my neck, like she can’t help herself.
“You’re so full of yourself.” She grabs at my hand as I slip it down her dress to cup her tits, soft and warm under the slippery fabric.
She lets out a cry as I pinch her nipple. I silence her with a kiss.
“You don’t even have to admit you were wrong.” My voice is hoarse. “Just come up, come to my penthouse, and spread your pussy for me.”
She grabs my hand as I force her legs apart and moans as I slowly work her through her lace panties.
“Yeah, you want it.”
She arches back.
“You want to crawl on the floor to me, to beg me for it.”
Then she hauls back and slaps me.
“Go to hell. Your cock isn’t that nice.” Scooting down the bench seat, she raps on the divider. It comes down a crack.
“After you take him home, could you drop me at my office?”
“Ignore her,” I order the driver, pressing the button and closing us off from the front of the car.
My hand’s a warm weight over her breast. It slides down her top under the cutout.
“Trying to escape me? I’m not leaving you alone.”
“I have to work.”
“You drank an entire bottle of wine, Cupcake. You’re not working. ”
Her hair smells like wild honey. Her mouth tastes like red wine.
Jenna rearranges her clothes hastily as the limo parks in front of the tower.
I throw my suit jacket over her shoulders as Anton opens the door.
“Evening, Anton,” she says breathlessly.
I catch his gaze drop to her mouth, then he winks at her.
I scowl at him.
“I hope the boss is behaving himself.”
“He is not.” Her face is red.
I like watching her walk through my lobby, my jacket on her shoulders like a cape.
Anton has the elevator waiting.
“You look like you just got fucked in the back seat of a car, Cupcake.” I nip her neck when the elevator doors close.
She elbows me. “Don’t ever touch me again.”
I kiss her then let her shove me against the closed doors.
“You’re not a good enough lay for me to lose my job.”
“That’s all that’s keeping you from me? Cupcake, fuck your job.”
The elevator dings. I hold the door open for her.
She doesn’t move.
“Don’t you want to pick up your dog?” I croon. “I’m sure Truman misses you.”
She hesitates then steps off but balks in the foyer of the penthouse.
I whisper to her, “When was the last time you had a man touch your clit? Or were you touching it last night in my car?”
“Shut up. ”
“Did you want me to come down and surprise you?” I feel the pulse jump on her neck with my tongue. “Wanted me to watch while you made yourself come?”
“I can’t with you right now. I know you’re just doing this because you want to win, because you’re an asshole, because you’re mad I won’t submit to you over my exes.” She sounds irritated but horny. It’s like catnip.
“I hate your ex-fiancés.”
I kiss her to stake my claim. It’s a crushing, bruising kiss.
She pushes at me, hands shoving fruitlessly at my chest. “I’m not losing my job for you.”
“And I’m not losing you.” I slam my hands on the wall and back her up. “You are mine . I don’t care if all you let me do is stare at you while you drink out of that ridiculous cup. You’re mine. And yes, I know you did something with that bag. I’m going to buy you another one.”
“No, you’re not.” She’s gasping, trying but not trying to get away from me.
“I don’t have to touch you to make you mine.”
She turns and wiggles against me, making me hard at her desperate attempts to escape me.
“You just are so—”
I’ve got her flattened against the wall, my cock hard against her hip. Voice hoarse, deep, and gravelly, I beg her. “Tell me you want it.”
“You’re the one who wants to fuck me.”
“Not accurate. I want to eat your ass all night until the only thing you remember is my name.”
Her skirt inches up. She’s warm through the thin lace of her panties.
“I won’t tell your manager you have my come spilling out of your pussy. You’re so wet, Jenna.” I groan. “You want this.” She moans softly against my mouth, her tongue flicking against my lips when I kiss her.
“Come up to my bed. Let me eat you out. Let me taste your pussy.”
Her eyes are closed, the pleasure warring with fear on her face.
“If I go in there, I know I’ll end up sleeping with you,” she whispers.
I scatter soft kisses down her chest to her tits, kneeling down so I can press my face to the soft V between her thighs.
“Is that a bad thing?”
“I fall in love with the guys I sleep with, so yeah.”
I look up at her. Stand up and cup her face. “Fall in love with me,” I whisper. “Make me the center of your universe. I dare you.”
Her chin wobbles, and her eyes fill with tears. She finally wrenches away from me.
“I’ll never love you.”
I don’t chase after her, just let her run away.
In the dark, I pour another drink. Her stupid little dog is asleep on its back on the sofa in my study, snoring as I contemplate which of her exes I want to publicly humiliate first.
Something about the drinking too much, her admission, and the way she felt twisting under me is making me crazy.
Now she’s down there sleeping in my car.
Vulnerable…
Waiting…
I want to make her fall in love with me.