for even a moment longer.
“You didn’t get your coffee.” I blurted this out as I stood beside Zach, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. The inches between us seemed like miles. Were we never going to figure out how to manage this thing between us?
He looked at me as if I were speaking in tongues.
“I didn’t come for a coffee, Devon.” The emphasis that he put on the word
coffee
went a long way to giving me an insight into his thoughts.
He had come for me.
But how had he known that I was with Tom?
“How—” I stopped before the words left my lips. Phyrefly Aviation was ripe with security cameras.
I may not have known Zach very well, but I did know that he was far too controlling not to have access to those cameras 24/7.
I wasn’t sure if I should feel flattered or angry that he had been watching me without my knowledge.
I looked up to find his eyes trained on me, his expression daring me to make an issue of it.
“I keep a very tight hold on what I consider mine, Devon.” His words tipped me over that last edge into anger.
All of my life, I had had very precise expectations placed on me, and I had always felt that I had fallen just a bit short. I had thought that Zach might be different, for he seemed to like me just the way I was. And yet here we were, my billionaire lover furious at me for breaking rules that I hadn’t even known were in place.
“I’m not your property, Zach.” I shivered with both lust and fury when he stepped closer to me, his pupils dilating until his eyes were pools of black. “All I did was have coffee with an ex. Now, because of that meeting, I have some closure.”
“You’re too good for that asshole.” Reaching out, he pressed his hand over the place where my heart had begun to beat triple time.
My eyes widened, and I arched into his touch, closing my eyes, savoring the sensations that besieged me.
He pulled his hand away as if I had burnt his fingers, settling that mask of distance over his features again.
“Anyone is too good for him, actually. I can’t believe he’s ever had a girlfriend.”
My heart sank at the casual words.
For a moment . . . for just a moment, I had felt special. As if Zach was angry at Tom because Tom had once had me.
His words made me wonder all over again if I meant anything to him at all—or if all he wanted was the comfort he found between my thighs.
“Don’t think you can control me like you do everyone else.” I muttered the words below my breath, certain that he wasn’t even listening.
I gasped when I was pushed against the wall of the elevator with just enough force to get my attention. Zach’s hand cupped my throat, just under my jaw, and pressed gently.
“No, I can’t control you, Devon.” His powerful touch was calculated with just enough force to make me work harder to have to draw in a deep breath. “But I can impose consequences when I don’t care for your behavior.”
I should have shoved at him, told him to get away, broken things off then and there. I was getting tired of his hot-and-cold behavior toward me. Instead I found slickness pooling between my legs, my clit heating with anticipation.
In that moment I discovered that I trusted him implicitly—with my body, at least. And I couldn’t resist the surge of passion that ran through me as I saw how he looked at me, touched me with such strong desire.
A siren sounded as Zach removed the heated touch from my throat and slammed his palm against the red emergency button on the panel. The elevator ground to a halt, and, after he retrieved a key card from his pocket and waved it in front of the sensor, the siren halted, the air ringing in its aftermath.
I barely had time to register that he had halted the elevator between floors and seemingly locked it in place. When Zach spun me to face the wall of the elevator, I nearly lost my balance. I pressed my cheek against the cool chrome of the wall, the flush of my skin warming the metal.
My hands were
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