Page 39 of By His Vow
“You lied to her,” he growls in my ear, sending a shiver racing down my spine.
I buck against him in an attempt to get his hot paw off me, but all I manage to achieve is to rub my ass against his crotch.
“No, I didn’t. Will you let go of me?” I demand, still unsuccessfully trying to extract myself from his grasp.
I shiver when he reaches out and pulls my hair from my shoulder, fully exposing my neck.
“Yes, you did,” he states, the heat of his proximity burning down my neck. “Don’t think I missed how you looked at me this morning.”
“With potent disdain?” I counter.
He chuckles and fuck if it doesn’t make my nipples pucker with interest.
“Sure, you keep telling yourself that.”
I seethe silently as his grip on my hip tightens. I want to hate it.
I really fucking do.
Thankfully, before I get a chance to think about just how much I do like his possessive grip on my body, the elevator comes to a stop on the ground floor and the doors open.
Kingston might remove his hand from my hip, but I don’t lose his touch. Instead, his palm finds a home on the small of my back again.
“You’re not going out with another man tonight,” he says casually as if we’re discussing the weather.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware that you’d taken charge of my entire life.”
“Tatum,” he growls.
“Mr. Callahan,” I counter with a smirk. “I’m not sure how many times I need to say this to ensure it gets through that big, egotistical head of yours, but I am not yours to order around. You want to play boss, go back to your own office and bark orders at your poor, suffering employees.”
“Ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken, Miss Warner. I have just left my office, and I am ordering around one of my employees.” When I don’t immediately come up with a response, he continues, “You should come and visit my office next week. That way, I can give you the orders I really want to behind closed doors. Something tells me that you don’t want your colleagues to see you sucking off the boss.”
My chin drops in shock.
“Lewis, Miss Warner would like to go and visit her mother before returning home,” he tells his driver while my Uber idles behind his fancy-ass car.
“I can make my own way home, thank you,” I say, taking off toward my waiting car.
I think he’s going to let me go before his hand grips mine and I’m pulled back toward him.
But he doesn’t stop me at a sensible, normal-person distance. Instead, he continues pulling me until I’m pressed up against him.
“Kingst—” My voice falters when he reaches out and grazes his knuckles across my cheek before tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “W-what are you doing?”
“Following orders,” he whispers, staring me right in the eyes.
To anyone watching us—and I’ve no doubt there are plenty—I’m sure it looks hella intimate, and not at all like I’m two seconds from kneeing him in the balls for this very public display of ownership.
“One of us has to.” He leans forward and my heart stops beating.
Surely he’s not going to…
I breathe a sigh of relief when his lips press against my forehead.
Gritting my teeth, I refuse to allow myself to think about how warm and soft they feel against my skin. Instead, I try to remember all the reasons I’ve always hated him.
It’s an easy thing to do. The man is infuriating as fuck.