Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
CREED
H ands wrap around my waist, fingers spreading over my abs from behind and I flinch.
“Why so jumpy?” Amelia purrs. This woman has no concept of personal space. She nuzzles her cheek into my back, her lips near my neck. I try not to cringe at her closeness. I have fucked women casually, but after being with Mackenzie again, I don’t know how I’m going to stomach Amelia.
“Your husband is in the house.”
“He’s downstairs with the others.” She answers nonchalantly, trailing a manicured nail from my abdomen to the waistband of my pants. Slowly. Teasingly. “You shouldn’t be up here on your own, Creed? It might give someone the impression that you were waiting for me.”
I grit my teeth, feeling my restraint slipping. “I came up here to clear my head, Amelia. But they probably want me back downstairs.” I step away from the ledge and am about to walk past her when she grabs my arm again, stopping me dead in my tracks.
Her gray eyes spark with challenge as she steps closer, pressing her body against mine so there’s no mistaking her intentions. How is it that those same eyes on the girl I desire have the opposite effect. “Excuse me, but it almost sounded like I’m inconveniencing you. You do recall we have an agreement.”
“Yes, I fuck you and your husband invests in my business. I think the returns have more than paid my debt.” I say curtly, as she trails her nails over my pecs.
Amelia’s smirk is triumphant as she leans in close, her hot breath brushing against my ear. “I don’t think you want to renege on our little... arrangement so soon. After all, what would your business partner do when he hears how you forced yourself on his wife?"
“Amelia…” I growl, clenching my fists at my sides to keep from physically removing her hands from my body. I force myself to take a deep breath, trying to keep the anger and disgust she evokes in me under control.“Enough!” I bark, silencing her with a cold glare. I struggle to keep my composure because all I want to do is shove her off me and bolt out of there.
She laughs mockingly, like she knows better. She leans in so her breath ghosts over my cheek. “You think it's that easy, Creed? What happened to the man who was so willing just a few months ago when he needed my help.”
I clench my fists at my sides. “I’m not that desperate anymore.”
“Really?” she purred, her hand now travels southwards, past the waistband of my pants, wrapping around my cock. I swallow a curse as my cock swells involuntarily. “Your body tells me otherwise.”
All I want to do is walk away from this woman? The very thought of touching her again enrages me, but I’m fucking hard as rock. This is some sick form of rage response.
“Fine.” I growl through gritted teeth. “Let’s get it over with, then.”