Page 82 of Ruin Me
I tried to hide my anxiety. Ife’s not-so-subtle reminder of my promise put a doomsday clock over my head. The countdown to when I wouldn’t see Kent again was on, and I intended to relish every moment we were together.
His lips quirked. “And I don’t get a say in this tour?”
I took a subtle breath to brace for the act I was about to put on. Once I felt confident I wouldn’t make Kent suspicious, I arched my brow. “You trust me. Why do I need your input?”
“Good point. And honestly, how the public views me and my company isn’t at the forefront of my mind right now.” He pulled me from my position beside him and sat me on his lap. “Now this… I haven’t had a good fix of my little bunny in days.”
“Is this why you had the guards take Benson and Stabler in a separate car?” I sank into him, pressed my nose against his throat, and inhaled his scent.
He wasn’t alone in missing our closeness. I’d longed for the nights when he and his smell wrapped me in safety, or whenever he needed a reminder that I existed in this world, which occurred multiple times a day.
“Innocent eyes should stay that way.”
“Ha!” I poked his chest. “The dogs don’t count and those bodyguards aren’t innocent. They play the role because letting their employers know they’ve accidentally walked in on or by as their employers fucked is not the discretion you pay them for.”
Kent stilled, and a dangerous note entered his voice. “Are you telling me they’ve seen you naked?”
“Did I just activate your possessiveness?”
“Little bunny, don’t toy with me. I want to know who else has seen the gift you’ve given me. The second most cherished treasure you’ve handed me.”
“Second?” I straightened in his lap, preparing myself for my overheated reaction to the insult I expected with his response to my next question. “What’s the first?”
“Don’t change the subject. Who’s seen your body? Was it while I was inside you, pleasuring you? Did you have that look on your face? The one that would drive men who conquered empires to leave the celebrations hailing them as heroes in a mad rush to return home bloody and scarred to see. Because ifthey did, we only have a few minutes before the cops put me in cuffs again.”
“Nice deflection, but you forget who you’re dealing with. What’s the first most cherished thing I’ve given you?”
“I can’t believe you even have to ask.” He laid his hand on my chest. “Your heart is the gift I covet above all others. I must not be doing something right if you didn’t know.”
I blinked back tears. Instead of the affront I wanted to have, he’d reminded me of the sad future ahead. “You know you can never return it to the sender, right?”
He snorted. “Consider me a hoarder. I’m never letting your heart go. Now, give me a name.”
I choked on a giggle. “Sorry, I was too distracted by what you were doing to me to pay attention to anyone’s face.”
Kent grunted, but his active mind was probably plotting how he would catch the man who dared glimpse my body.
“It’s your own damn fault. If you weren’t so impatient, we could make it to the bedroom and behind closed doors, but nooo, you have to have me when and where you want me.” I twisted my torso to rest my spine against his chest while he clutched my hip in his large hand.
“Thanks for reminding me I’ve been deprived of more than my freedom. How’re you going to make the hardships I faced up to me?” He rubbed and gripped my flesh from my hips to my butt as his dick lengthened beneath me.
I spun in his lap and lowered my head to his ear to whisper, “I had this whole welcome home party idea I wanted to try.”
“Yeah?” Kent’s voice deepened.
“Oh, yeah.” My register lowered to complement his.
“Tell me more.”
I flicked my tongue on his earlobe and sucked the morsel into my mouth with a moan. “I bought this pretty little dress I know you won’t wait to rip off me.”
“Describe it to me.” Kent moved his hand to the zipper at my nape.
“It’s black.”
The muted hiss of the zipper protesting as Kent lowered the slider turned me on as much as the soft brush of his finger against my bared skin. A shiver ran through me and my breath hitched.
“It’s sheer.”