I. Am. Furious.
I was supposed to meet my fiancé at this party after work. I was able to leave early so I am here about an hour before he thought I would be...obviously. Given the fact that I found him on the back terrace with a leggy brunette pushed up against the railing with his hand under her skirt and her tongue down his throat.
BASTARD.
Rather than make a scene I head to the bar and order a shot of Petron. No, I don't need salt and lime, thank you very fucking much. I slam the shot and contemplate another. I'll deal with him later... by watching him gather his shit off the front lawn. But the thought of that does little to cool my temper at the moment.
You walk up beside me and order two shots. When they come you slowly push one over to me. I give you a once over... tall, built, tan and intense, yes, that would be a good word to describe the look in your eyes. I raise an eyebrow as our eyes lock. Without breaking eye contact you raise your shot and say, "Here is to whatever has put that fire in your eyes."
Shit.
I can't help the smirk I know has just crossed my lips. I nod and we both slam the shots. "Want to talk about it?" you ask. I shake my head, "No, right now I just want to hit something, hard, repeatedly."
You nod as if you already know why I am angry. "I have a better idea." you say as you take my arm firmly and lead me through the lower level to a back stairway and up to the second floor. Taking a key from your pocket you unlock the door to a room.
"You live here?" I ask, I had no idea who owned the house. "My brother owns it, I just keep a room for when I'm in town" you answer, flipping on a light that barely gives enough to see by and locking the door behind us.
You suddenly reach out and grab my breasts, squeezing my nipples through my dress. It both hurts and shocks me, and because I am still so angry I slap you hard across your face.
I draw back to slap you again and you catch my wrists, yanking my hands behind me, causing my body to slam against yours. "What the fuck!" I growl.
You quickly turn us, pushing me back against a wall, one leg between mine, pinning me there. I struggle to free my hands but you hold me fast.
"Let me go" I grind out between clenched teeth. You smile and I feel my body heat increase with both anger and... lust. You release my hands and cup my face, bringing your mouth down on mine in a crushing kiss, devouring me like a starving lion on a fresh kill.
My hands find your hair and I pull, hard, wrapping a leg around your hip and digging a 6 inch spike heel into your butt cheek.
I probably just ruined your suit pants... sorry... NOT.
You release me only for a moment, then pull me off my feet and across your lap as you sit on the edge of the bed. I am over your knee, with your other leg across both of mine and I am effectively trapped.
You keep me pinned with an arm across my shoulders. With your free hand you yank my short dress up over my butt, revealing a scanty lace thong.
I hear you drag in a ragged breath as you skim your large hand across my ass. "Lovely" I hear you whisper, then...
