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  “What was I supposed to say?” I asked incredulously. “That you’re the biggest shithead in the world?”

  He grinned at the insult. “At least you’d be honest.”

  “I’m not gonna insult a mother by saying that about her son.”

  “Why?” he asked. “It’s not like she doesn’t know. She raised me, you know.” He spotted the car as it pulled up to the curb. He opened the back door and helped me inside before he scooted to the seat beside me. Once we were alone in a car with tinted windows, we broke apart, and I sat next to the window. I was wearing a long cocktail dress that was fit for a ball. Thorn wore a black suit that complemented me.

  The second we were alone, it was back to business. “How’d it go with Bruce?”

  I’d failed to mention this to him, knowing he would take the news as hard as I did. “Pretty terrible, honestly.”

  He brushed it off. “You just think it went terrible. You’re the best in the business, Titan. Don’t underestimate yourself. I would have gone myself if I didn’t think you could handle it.”

  I appreciated the praise, but that wouldn’t console me this time. “The second I walked in there, he was cold. He barely listened to me, make ridiculous demands, and then didn’t even walk me to the door—but had no problem staring at my ass.”

  “In his defense, you have a very nice ass.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Come on, you know all men are dogs. It’s never bothered you before, so don’t let it bother you now.”

  “I already knew the meeting was going poorly before we even said two words to each other. But when I reached the lobby, I knew exactly why he was behaving that way. There was another offer on the table, and he knew he was going to take it before he even met with me.”

  Thorn turned my way, the features of his face falling into seriousness. His blue eyes didn’t look quite as beautiful as they usually did. Now they looked like blue ice. “Another offer? Who else knows about this?”

  I shouldn’t have underestimated the man I was screwing. I was powerfully attracted to him for a reason, because he was a ruthless tyrant who intended to own the entire city someday—if not the world. “Diesel Hunt.”

  Thorn’s eyes narrowed in obvious rage. “Did you tell him?”

  “No. I never mentioned a single thing to him.”

  “Did he go through your things?”

  “I never have my laptop around when he’s at my place, and we’re always in the same room together. Besides, I don’t think he would do something like that. He’s far too respectable.”

  “When it comes to business, no one is a saint.”

  “I think he figured it out from his own sources.”

  “Did he seem surprised to see you?”

  “No. But neither did I.”

  Thorn sighed and looked out the window, falling into suffocating silence. “Titan, we can’t lose this deal.”

  “I know.”

  “It’s an opportunity of a lifetime.”

  “Whatever Hunt offers, you have to match it.”

  “I’m not sure if the offers are up for debate. I’ll call Bruce tomorrow and feel him out.” I was embarrassed that I lost to Hunt without even knowing what happened. I just assumed he won because of the way Bruce behaved. I had the confidence to never give up, but I also had the intuition to know when it was a losing battle. It was obvious that Bruce preferred Hunt before he even met with me.

  A part of me couldn’t blame him. Hunt was an intellect with a knack for business. He was one of the most fascinating people in the world for a reason. I was disappointed Hunt would get this business, but at the same time, I thought he deserved it.

  Because I respected him so damn much.

  But Thorn didn’t feel the same way. He kept looking out the window, his annoyance filling the air like humidity. “You guys should have some kind of boundaries for this sort of thing.”

  “I told him we wouldn’t mix business with pleasure—and we’re abiding by that promise. It would be naïve of me to expect him to back off just for me. It’s not like I would back off for him. He wouldn’t respect me if I did, and I wouldn’t respect him either.”

  Thorn growled before he turned back to me. “Well, the fight isn’t over. Talk to Bruce tomorrow, and we’ll go from there.”

  I looked out the window when the conversation was over, feeling Thorn’s overwhelming disappointment in the turn of events. Thorn was an excellent partner because he was transparent. It was never a challenge to figure out what he was thinking, and if I was ever unsure, all I had to do was ask. He amplified my confidence with his praise, and he helped me overcome my weaknesses. And when he was disappointed, like he was now, he didn’t hide it.

  4

  Hunt

  I wasn’t expecting to see Titan when I walked into Bruce’s office.

  But I shouldn’t have been surprised.

  It was naïve to think I was the only one who knew Bruce was going under. If someone else was going to figure it out, it was going to be Titan. She strutted into that office and worked her magic.

  I had to step it up.

  Just because I was screwing her didn’t mean I would bow out. I was a gentleman—but only so much. That company was going to be mine, and I was willing to undercut her as much as possible to make that happen.

  When I met with Bruce, I made an offer he couldn’t refuse. A five percent stake in the company, including the buyout.

  After wanting to buy her publishing house, I learned a lot about Titan. She ran her businesses in very specific ways. She would never make an offer like that, no matter how much money was on the table. She was the exclusive owner of everything she slapped her name on. Giving a cut like this was something she was too proud to do.

  So I did it.

  All was fair in love and war, right?

  Bruce didn’t hide his smile when he accepted my offer. We shook hands—and the rest was history.

  I hadn’t spoken to Titan since, and I wondered how this would affect our relationship. She said business was a conflict of interest and we should never speak about it, so it shouldn’t have any hold over us at all.

  But who knows. I knew she wanted this company as much as I did. She might be too resentful.

  I was about to find out.

  She texted me later that evening. It’d been seven days since we’d last gotten together. I’d been too busy at work to see her, and she must have been just as swamped. But now I was craving that body, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind she was craving mine. Come over.

  I loved reading her messages, loved how simple they were. I didn’t need to read between the lines to figure out what her mood was. She said exactly what was on her mind, leaving little to the imagination. Be there in ten minutes.

  I used the key code she gave me and rode the elevator right into her living room. The doors opened to the sound of classical music playing softly in the background. On the coffee table was a tray with a bucket of ice, a bottle of whiskey, and two glasses. But the woman I wanted was nowhere in sight.

  She appeared down the hallway, wearing black lingerie and sky-high heels. She walked in them like she was barefoot, having complete control over the way her body glided. She locked eyes with me and walked right up to me, her confidence as forceful as ever.

  I’d missed this.

  Her body was perfect. Fair skin against dark lace. Her eyelashes were thick with jet-black mascara, contrasting against the green color of her sparkling eyes. She wore bright red lipstick, making her look sultry and erotic. I loved the way she owned the room, making everything bow down to her—including me.

  She walked up to me and slid her hands up my chest, her face close to mine. It didn’t seem like she knew Bruce had picked my offer. If she had, something would be different. But everything was exactly the same. She pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of my mouth, taking in a soft breath when she felt my flesh against hers.

  My cock started to throb.

  She pu
lled away and met my gaze. “Congratulations on your deal.” Her hands slowly began to unbutton my collared shirt. “I know we don’t talk about business, but I wanted you to know that.” She moved until she undid the very last button, her eyes on me as her fingers worked.

  She took her loss with elegance, making her even classier than before. I respected her for losing so gracefully, for being so logical that it didn’t affect her attraction to me. She wasn’t the kind of businesswoman who was used to losing. She always got what she wanted. But she held her head high, making her look like the victor even though I was the one who’d acquired the business. “Thank you.”

  “You deserve it.” She pushed the shirt over my shoulders until it fell on the floor.

  Fuck, now I wanted her more.

  Her hands went to my jeans, and she got them loose. She didn’t ask what I offered Bruce. She didn’t ask how I knew his business was failing. She didn’t ask anything, knowing there was nothing more to say on the matter.

  It was time to move on.

  She pushed my pants to my ankles then stood in front of me again. When she wore heels like that, it was easier for her to kiss me. She tilted her chin up and put her mouth on mine, transferring her heat into my body.

  I kissed her back, no longer thinking about my most recent business conquest. Now I was just thinking about this unbelievable woman standing in front of me, my competitor and my lover.

  Her hand wrapped around my pulsing cock, and she gently massaged it, her ministrations increasing in intensity the longer she kissed me. She rubbed my cock the way I touched myself when I was alone in my penthouse. She touched me exactly the way I wanted to be touched—because she knew me so well. She played out my fantasies, knowing what they were before I even did.

  Her fingers moved to my balls, and she cupped them gently before she massaged them with her slender fingertips. She played with my dick so eloquently, gripping him hard then gently massaging him.

  All the while she was kissing me.

  She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth before her tongue circled mine. Her kiss was never the same. Sometimes she was harsh, and sometimes she was soft. Right now, she was somewhere in between.

  My hand moved into her hair, and I deepened the kiss, suppressing the moan that was sitting in the back of my throat. My other hand gripped her hip, my fingers kneading her bare ass.

  She kept stroking my length, her fingers smearing my lubrication over the rest of my dick.

  I already wanted to come.

  I wouldn’t be surprised if she were doing this on purpose, bringing me to the edge just to make me wait. It was torture, but my climaxes were ten times more powerful.

  She broke our kiss and stared at my lips. Her hands gripped my base, but she stopped stroking me. “Take off your shoes and sit on the couch.” She walked into the living room, her ass unbelievably perky in her black thong. She had long and slender legs, small muscles connecting together to form perfectly chiseled limbs. She grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a drink.

  With my eyes trained on her, I followed her directions. There was a plastic sheet over the couch and along the floor. I sat directly on it and wondered what kind of plans she had. Whatever they were, it involved something messy.

  And I looked forward to it.

  She held up a black scarf, something from her wardrobe, and then walked around the couch before she secured it around my head. She blindfolded me, taking away my sight and enhancing my sense of sound.

  Her footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor as she came back to the front. “Don’t move.” She gripped both of my wrists and pushed them into the cushions on either side of me. I heard the sound of the bottle as she lifted it from the table. An instant later, liquid splashed on my chest.

  She poured liquor all over me, letting it run down my body until it soaked into my dick. I heard her position herself on her knees on the floor then lean over me, her soft body coming into contact with mine.

  She kissed my chest, licking away the whiskey. She dragged her tongue across my skin, soaking up every drop before she slowly migrated to my stomach. Rivers of whiskey had formed between my abs, and she sucked it up with her pursed lips. “Diesel Hunt, you have the sexiest body…”

  My hands formed fists on either side of my body. I squeezed tightly, stretching my knuckles. A compliment like that didn’t escape Titan’s mouth often. I was one of the few who actually got to hear it. Now I wanted to plant her right on my dick and fuck her pussy the way she was fucking me with her mouth.

  But I couldn’t move.

  She drifted down my body until she reached my soaked cock as it lay against my stomach. She licked from the base to the tip, drinking up all the whiskey that had pooled there. When she didn’t get enough, she put her dick in her mouth and sucked every drop away.

  Fuck.

  Now I wanted to grab her even more. I wanted to yank this blindfold off my face so I could watch her eat me. My hands shook beside me, and I was doing my best to keep them in place even though they desperately wanted to move.

  She moved farther down and drew my balls into her mouth, licking away the whiskey that had absorbed into the skin. She was devouring all of me, going over each section with purposeful slowness.

  This woman was killing me.

  I wanted to drink an entire bottle of whiskey off her body.

  She ran her hands up my muscular thighs, squeezing the muscles before she moved down again. I heard the sucking noises her mouth made when she pulled my skin into her mouth. She became more aggressive, devouring me completely.

  “Titan, fuck me.” She was calling the shots, and I was supposed to sit back and take it. But I was tired of waiting, so sexually frustrated I was about to explode.

  “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”

  My hands formed fists again, and my chest rose and fell deeply. I continued to take in breath, but I wasn’t getting enough air. I was losing my restraint, being tested in a way I’d never been tested before.

  She sucked my dick longer, pouring more whiskey onto my skin before licking it away. She took my big cock into her mouth without choking, using her small tongue to massage every groove of my hard length.

  I wanted to come, but I was more anxious to fuck her.

  To feel her pussy.

  She finally finished torturing me and straddled my hips. She pointed my cock at her entrance and slowly slid down, taking in every single inch of my cock with purposeful slowness.

  Thank fucking god.

  She gripped my shoulders for balance and bounced on my dick, moving with our mutual slickness. She was soaked, and I was making her even more soaked. Without thinking twice about it, my hands moved to her ass, and I guided her up and down, grunting because she felt so good.

  “Hands.” She slapped me across the face, a light tap that barely tingled my nerves.

  Instead of putting my hands back where they belonged, I kept them in place. I gripped her harder and moved her up and down my length again, taking her with deep thrusts.

  She slapped me again, this time harder.

  I’d never been slapped by a woman, but damn, I liked it. I loved the way her small palm collided with my face, exerting so much power with a simple touch. I loved the ferocity of the smack, the way she exerted her control.

  I pulled my blindfold off next, wanting to see the fire in her eyes.

  She was pissed—but aroused.

  She didn’t stop riding my length, continuing at a deep and steady pace. She took in my length over and over, sitting wearing the top part of her lingerie. Her tits were pushed up together in a black push-up bra, her cleavage sexy. “Hunt.”

  “I want to look at you.” I thrust from underneath, watching her chest flush in desire.

  She slapped me again, this time hard.

  I turned with the hit, enjoying every second of that flushed heat. My skin fired off with irritated nerve endings, but I liked the pain.

  I loved the pain.

  “Hands of
f,” she commanded. “And mask back on.”

  “No.” Her pussy was getting tighter, and she was getting wetter. She liked my obedience, but she liked my disobedience even more. She told me to obey, but it was obvious she didn’t really want me to.

  Her eyes flashed even brighter. She hit me again, putting all of her momentum into it.

  My face turned with the hit, and heat flushed through my body. I loved it. I loved being smacked by this woman. “Fuck, you’re the sexiest damn thing in the world.” I rolled her to her back on the couch, keeping my dick firmly inside her, and then I fucked her so hard into the couch I almost broke it.

  The second I was in control, she yielded. She hooked her arms around my shoulders and dug her nails into my skin. One leg was pinned against the back of the couch, while the other knee was against her chest.

  I conquered her, fucking her into the couch and giving her as much of my cock as she could handle. I pounded into her harder than I ever had before, more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. We both smelled of whiskey and sweat, the alcohol rubbing into each other’s skin. It stained her lingerie and seeped into her hair. She was supposed to be in charge, but I couldn’t hold back this time. I hadn’t fucked her in so long, and I missed her.

  I missed her so damn much.

  Titan screamed when I made her come, her yells echoing inside the penthouse. Her pussy became so tight it nearly bruised my dick. She clenched around me like an anaconda squeezed its prey. She panted against my mouth, breathing deeply once the climax started to drift away.

  Without waiting for permission, I exploded. I shoved my dick deep inside her and dumped my come inside her soaked pussy. I gave her everything I had, moaning and groaning because it felt so incredible. Every time I was inside her, it was even better than my last experience. But tonight, her channel felt more spectacular than before. Probably because I hadn’t had it in so long.

  Jesus, she was heaven.

  I stayed on top of her when I was finished, my softening cock still deep inside her. My forehead rested against hers, and I closed my eyes, feeling my cheek burn from the way she slapped me so many times.