Page 79 of Rush

His chuckle follows me as I cross the room, dropping my bag onto the table with more force than necessary.

“Am I?” His voice is lazy, amused. But when I glance back, the heat in his gaze is anything but. “You weren’t complaining when you were on your knees choking onmycock.”

I freeze, cheeks blazing and heart hammering.

Turning fully, I cross my arms, though we both know it’s a flimsy shield.

“And you weren’t complaining when I left you wanting more,” I toss back, fanning the flames.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He stalks toward me. “Let’s be honest—you were the one left wanting.”

He’s not wrong. After leaving him high and dry, I went home and finished myself off to the thought of him—twice.

“Bet your panties were drenched,” he taunts, closing in.

Step by step, he backs me against the table until cold wood digs at my back and his body presses into mine.

“Bet you touched yourself, thinking about me.”

The words hang heavy between us—charged and undeniable.

I tilt my head up. “Is that what you think?”

“It’s all over your face, baby.”

“How about I let you come all over my face…would you like that?” I lean in close, just enough for my breath to dance across his skin. My hand slides up his chest, fingers tracing the edge of his collar, slow and light.

His breath hitches, his jaw slackens.

Gotcha.

I push away, desperate for air that isn’t saturated with his scent. Swaying toward the bedside, I drop my phone, my jewelry, and unclip my hair. I can feel him watching me, heat prickling across my back—then footsteps, and his warmth at my spine. Broderick snakes one arm around me, pulling me flush against him, the other curling at the nape of my neck. I melt into his touch, humming in satisfaction, pliant in his hands.

He breathes me in, lips grazing my ear. “Do you know what you’ve done to me? I can’t sleep, can’t focus on work, all I can think about is you on your knees and those lips.” His growl vibrates against my skin as his stubble scrapes my neck. “You got me all worked up and walked away like you didn’t just blow my fucking mind.”

“Good,” I gasp, feeling brave.

A shiver runs through me. I tilt my head, baring my neck as he trails hot, biting kisses down my skin.

“Thought you were in charge?” he murmurs, catching my earlobe between his teeth, making me squirm. “I’m going to fuck the smart out of that mouth.”

“I—” The word splinters into a gasp as his hips grind against me, stealing my voice.

“What was that? You gonna beg for me now?”

I shake my head, though my body betrays me, arching into him, desperate.

“No,” I whisper, but it sounds like a plea.

He chuckles darkly, the sound thrumming through me.

“Still stubborn,” he muses, dragging his lips back to my ear. “Do you want me to break you or kiss you?”

Broderick turns me, pinning me against the wall beside the bed, caging me in. His hand slides between us, cupping me through my pants, pressing slow circles that make me gasp.

“Broderick,” I pant, hips jerking helplessly against his palm.

“Mmm?” His hum is all feigned innocence, though his fingers betray him.