Page 222 of Hate to Love You
Laughing I race up the path to the back door, as he continues shouting and yelling my name. The men stationed at the front of the house come around the corner, concerned for their Boss. However, the moment they see him trapped in my backyard monsoon, they can barely contain their amusement.
“Shut the fuck up!” I hear Roman roar at them as he finally steps out into the frigid garden. “And someone get me a fresh set of clothes.”
Wrapping the fluffy towel around my body, I walk into my bedroom, and see Roman lounging against the headboard of the bed, looking rather damp.
“You’re ruining my sheets, you know,” I smirk. “Did you have a good shower?”
“Abigail,” he growls. “After that little stunt with the sprinklers, I suggest you don’t push your luck right now.”
“Maybe I like pushing,” I sing, throwing my towel at his head and step into my closet.
“Oh, I’m well aware of that,” he snaps.
I hear a knock at the door, and Roman storming across the room. There’s a sound of crinkling plastic, and what sounds like Roman hanging something on the back of my bedroom door.
“Is this what you wanted, Boss?” I hear Oleg say.
“It will do. Tell Cal to make sure everything is ready to go,” I hear Roman say. “And it’s probably time to bring Ana up to speed.”
“Yes, Boss.”
The door closes just as I pull a shirt over my head. After grabbing a pair of panties, I step back out into the room, finding Roman ripping plastic off a freshly laundered set of clothes.
“That didn’t take them very long,” I say with a smirk. “And here I thought you were going to have to sit in your soggy clothes all afternoon.”
“I pay them well,” he says, pulling off his sopping wet boxers, and replacing them with a dry pair.
God his cock is huge. I had that inside me.
I snort to myself, shaking my head as I deliberately sit down on the bed opposite him, and begin to pull on my panties.
He’s in the middle of throwing the fresh dress shirt over his shoulders when he looks up and stares at me. I try not to look at the bulge growing between his legs, but I can’t help it.
The devilish look in his eye as I stand and pull the black lace over my hips nearly sets my entire bedroom on fire.
“I assume I’m not getting my other ones back?” I say sweetly, raising a brow at him.
He snorts.
“No, you’re not.”
“Why would you want a pair of ripped dirty panties?” I ask, scrunching up my nose as I walk past him toward my closet to pick out a skirt.
But the minute I pass him, he grabs my arm and pulls me in front of him, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me deeply. Shoving his tongue into my mouth. His hand slips down to my ass and he squeezes my left ass cheek, making me gasp.
I think we’re about to go for round two when he pulls away, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Because, little fox,” he growls against my lips. “As I told you the first time we fucked. I like your scent.”
His words make me shiver, and I try to get away, but he holds me fast, gripping my throat tightly.
“In fact, if I had my way, I wouldn’t have let you shower, and I’d have made you go out with me with my cum dripping down your legs. So, you could feel me trickling out of you all afternoon.”
Even though he infuriates me, there’s something about the cocky arrogance in his voice that makes my thighs clench.
He’s such a prick.…But I kind of love it.
But suddenly, a completely different fear takes root within my chest, making it tighten.