Amaury's Hellion
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He had to get out of here, before he went back, threw her onto the floor and took her like the savage he was, not caring if she wanted him or not. Only eager to still his own lust.
Amaury clicked the remote for the car and heard the familiar beeps. His black Porsche was parked only a few yards away. Normally he didn’t use the car for short trips downtown, but Gabriel and the others were expecting him for the first set of one-on-one interviews with the employees they had selected during the staff meetings.
The car door was jerked out of his hand and slammed shut just as he opened it. He recognized the foot that had hit the door.
“You’re not leaving!” Nina’s furious voice was right behind him. He swiveled to face her and wished he hadn’t. Her eyes still showed signs of arousal, but now they were interlaced with anger. The combination was lethal. What man would ever be able to resist a woman who looked at him that way?
“Go back home, Nina.” He tampered down his urge to grab her.
“That’s all you’ve got to say?” He saw the hurt in her face.
“You should stay away from me.” He was no good for her. Eventually he would hurt her, and it would be worse than what she felt now. If he was smart, he would wipe her memory of him right now and be done with it. But all his smarts had deserted him for the night.
“You’re rejecting me, after the way you touched me?”
“That’s right.” His throat felt tight, and he couldn’t breathe.
“Fine. Go, leave. I don’t need you. There are plenty of men in this city who’ll take what I’m offering. And what do I care who it is? As long as he’s got a big dick, there’s no difference to me anyway! Somebody will finish what you’ve started.” Nina turned on her heels.
Had he heard right? Another man? She was going to sleep with another man?
Amaury snatched her by her jacket and pulled her back to face him. She was going to let another man touch her, kiss her, make love to her? Over his fucking dead body!
“Get in the damn car!”
She shot him a surprised look.
“Now!” Before he lost it and took her against the car door to assert his claim.
The moment they both sat in the car, he stepped on the gas and shot into the street. He was reeling. She’d manipulated him, pushed his buttons. The little vixen had made him jealous! Him, the man who couldn’t care less about women unless it was to scratch an itch.
A warm hand slipped onto his thigh, and he let out a low growl. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
Nina leaned into him, which wasn’t difficult considering how small the inside of his Porsche Carrera was. “Neither do you.”
Her hand travelled higher up his thigh, playing havoc with his concentration. He sped up and ran a red light. Angry honking behind him followed, but he ignored it.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” His warning seemed to go right over her head, as her palm suddenly cupped the bulge in his pants. Had there been any space in the car, he would have leapt out of his seat, but alas, all he could do was let out a frustrated moan. “Are you trying to make me crash the car?”
“I just want to make sure you won’t change your mind again.”
Amaury shot her a sideways glance. “I can make you a promise right now. You won’t get away from me until I’ve fucked you every which way I can think of, and then some. And then I’ll do it all over again, because you’ll beg me to.”
He didn’t care that he sounded arrogant. He didn’t care about anything at this point. All he wanted was to be inside her. Only then would he be able to think clearly again. Right, that was what he needed. He was sure afterwards things would go back to normal for him.
Her warm palm squeezed his erection as if in agreement, and he let out a stifled groan.
“Damn it, Nina, can’t you wait two minutes?”
“Drive faster if you don’t want to get arrested for getting a blow job in the car.”
His foot pressed the gas pedal in desperation, while he felt her nudging open the zipper of his pants. A block before his building her hand reached in to pull out his cock. He hit the garage door opener and increased the speed, gritting his teeth.
The Porsche shot into the large private garage with not a second to spare, the garage door already closing behind them. The instant he came to a stop and killed the engine, he pulled her hand off and yanked her toward him.
“You know what happens to naughty girls?”
Nina looked almost innocent when she shook her short blonde curls, tickling his face with them. Her intoxicating scent wrapped around him. “No.”
Amaury clicked the remote for the car and heard the familiar beeps. His black Porsche was parked only a few yards away. Normally he didn’t use the car for short trips downtown, but Gabriel and the others were expecting him for the first set of one-on-one interviews with the employees they had selected during the staff meetings.
The car door was jerked out of his hand and slammed shut just as he opened it. He recognized the foot that had hit the door.
“You’re not leaving!” Nina’s furious voice was right behind him. He swiveled to face her and wished he hadn’t. Her eyes still showed signs of arousal, but now they were interlaced with anger. The combination was lethal. What man would ever be able to resist a woman who looked at him that way?
“Go back home, Nina.” He tampered down his urge to grab her.
“That’s all you’ve got to say?” He saw the hurt in her face.
“You should stay away from me.” He was no good for her. Eventually he would hurt her, and it would be worse than what she felt now. If he was smart, he would wipe her memory of him right now and be done with it. But all his smarts had deserted him for the night.
“You’re rejecting me, after the way you touched me?”
“That’s right.” His throat felt tight, and he couldn’t breathe.
“Fine. Go, leave. I don’t need you. There are plenty of men in this city who’ll take what I’m offering. And what do I care who it is? As long as he’s got a big dick, there’s no difference to me anyway! Somebody will finish what you’ve started.” Nina turned on her heels.
Had he heard right? Another man? She was going to sleep with another man?
Amaury snatched her by her jacket and pulled her back to face him. She was going to let another man touch her, kiss her, make love to her? Over his fucking dead body!
“Get in the damn car!”
She shot him a surprised look.
“Now!” Before he lost it and took her against the car door to assert his claim.
The moment they both sat in the car, he stepped on the gas and shot into the street. He was reeling. She’d manipulated him, pushed his buttons. The little vixen had made him jealous! Him, the man who couldn’t care less about women unless it was to scratch an itch.
A warm hand slipped onto his thigh, and he let out a low growl. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
Nina leaned into him, which wasn’t difficult considering how small the inside of his Porsche Carrera was. “Neither do you.”
Her hand travelled higher up his thigh, playing havoc with his concentration. He sped up and ran a red light. Angry honking behind him followed, but he ignored it.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” His warning seemed to go right over her head, as her palm suddenly cupped the bulge in his pants. Had there been any space in the car, he would have leapt out of his seat, but alas, all he could do was let out a frustrated moan. “Are you trying to make me crash the car?”
“I just want to make sure you won’t change your mind again.”
Amaury shot her a sideways glance. “I can make you a promise right now. You won’t get away from me until I’ve fucked you every which way I can think of, and then some. And then I’ll do it all over again, because you’ll beg me to.”
He didn’t care that he sounded arrogant. He didn’t care about anything at this point. All he wanted was to be inside her. Only then would he be able to think clearly again. Right, that was what he needed. He was sure afterwards things would go back to normal for him.
Her warm palm squeezed his erection as if in agreement, and he let out a stifled groan.
“Damn it, Nina, can’t you wait two minutes?”
“Drive faster if you don’t want to get arrested for getting a blow job in the car.”
His foot pressed the gas pedal in desperation, while he felt her nudging open the zipper of his pants. A block before his building her hand reached in to pull out his cock. He hit the garage door opener and increased the speed, gritting his teeth.
The Porsche shot into the large private garage with not a second to spare, the garage door already closing behind them. The instant he came to a stop and killed the engine, he pulled her hand off and yanked her toward him.
“You know what happens to naughty girls?”
Nina looked almost innocent when she shook her short blonde curls, tickling his face with them. Her intoxicating scent wrapped around him. “No.”
