Chapter 104


    “Do you like working with Wilma?” he finally asks, keeping his eyes steady, nothing in his voice


    betraying what he might be thinking and I sigh, somehow disappointed in his question but I don’t know


    why..


    “I guess … It’s not as challenging as working for you though … Feels more like a holiday.” I giggle as


    he tries to grab my leg impulsively, once again the atmosphere reverting to old, squeezing it in


    punishment. I bat his hand away realizing painfully we’re forgetting ourselves again so easily. He


    straightens back up and shakes his head at me with a mock re, his features rxing as he sighs


    and smiles instead. That genuine non showy real one.


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    I miss that smile.


    “I missed that sound.” His revtion silences me, the ache inside grows bigger, and I try not to look


    directly at him.


    “I missed your grumpy bad moods and overbearing demands.” I reply wittily, trying to shift the deep


    ache before it consumes me.


    “I miss drunk Emma.” He retorts with a cheeky glint in his eye. I hate that he likes that version of me, a


    little jealousy seeps in and I react without thought.


    “You would … You’re a terrible influence on her.” Every word he says is making my heart heavier with


    longing.


    He has no idea how much he affects me or how hard this is sitting here with him.


    We’re swerving through traffic and I can’t help but be impressed with his ability to drive this car in the


    chaotic New York traffic. I’m rxed, despite the lurches in my stomach every time he hits the gas. This


    car is immense, getting up to speed so quickly. He’s quiet for a few moments, seemingly thinking, then


    turns to me with a serious expression once more.


    “Gabrielle will be gone before the end of the week, Emma … I promise. He had no right toy a hand


    on you or say anything to you that made you ufortable.” The no nonsense tone and dead pan


    expression remove the traces of lightness from the atmosphere.


    “I seem to attract it somehow,” I reply, quietly, catching his frown from the corner of my eye and he


    sighs heavily.


    “Men want what they can never hope to have … You have no idea just how beautiful you are, and it’s


    part of the allure … You’re vulnerable and young, yet there’s something so unbelievably sexy about you


    and you turn heads with zero effort. Men like that should be strung up … You deserve far more in life.”


    His words startle me, and I dart a look at him, catching my breath.


    “You think that about me?” I squeak. He’s never said anything like this before or told me anything about


    how I look to him. I always assumed men looked at me like an easy target, someone who longed to be


    abused. Just like I assumed Jake only ever saw me as his mildly attractive assistant and friend.


    “You mean, do I think you’re beautiful and sexy, yet vulnerable and innocent? Yes, I do” His eyes lock


    onto mine, my insides sizzling as my face heats with a blush.


    Oh my god. His words seduce me as much as he does. Is this a Carrero line? Is he being genuine? No


    one has ever told me anything like this before; all I see when I look in a mirror is the shadow of an


    awkward girl in the body of a cold, in woman.


    He pulls up to another set of lights, the car powering down to a gentle purr.


    “I don’t know what to say.” I squirm in my seat, my face burning, and I’m ovee with shyness. I let


    my hair fall forward, concealing me. I have absolutely no clue how to react to his confessions.


    “You don’t need to say anything … I’m being honest. Looking like you do doesn’t give men permission


    to behave the way they do … I can’t exactly take the moral high ground, can I?” He sighs defeatedly.


    Our eyes meet quickly. I flush at the memory of him making love to me as it floods into my mind. I turn


    away quickly as emotion hits me hard in the stomach knowing that night will haunt me forever and


    continuously break my heart.


    Crap … Yes, he could. That night was consensual, and I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. I


    still want him!


    “You’re nothing like the rest of them,” I breathe morosely.


    “I wish I felt like I wasn’t,” he mumbles, barely audible, eyes forward like he’s ashamed.


    I have no words. Does he really believe he forced me? Does he think he’s done to me what other men


    have done and forced himself upon me? How can he think that?


    We kissed more than once, long before that night in the hotel, I kissed him back. I clung to him with a


    fever so hot it almost consumed me.


    “I wanted it … Please don’t ever say that again.” I utter softly,ying a hand on his leg without thinking


    about what’s appropriate. Our eyes lock, heat building in the small confines of the car and tension


    sparks almost instantly. I want him to kiss me so badly, I can almost taste it. His lips part and his pupils


    dte. I want to throw myself across the car into him, my body responding insanely fast, shivers taking


    over.


    How the hell did this start?


    He snaps his head away, looking around, and throws the car into a right turn which shunts me in my


    seat. Luckily, I’m restrained by my seat belt. He steers us down an alleyway into unlit darkness, then


    with a roar and a lurch forward, we m to a halt. He jumps out, leaving me bewildered and shocked


    as hees around and yanks open my door.


    Confused and dazed, I stare at him as he unclips my belt and hauls me from my seat, pushing me


    against the rear body of the car. He crushes his mouth into mine, knocking the wind out of me with the


    sheer unexpectedness of it. My handse up to wrap around his neck instinctively as his fingers


    tangle in my hair, and his other hand swings around my back to haul us together. My ass grinds against


    the cold metal as his body pushes hard into mine, kissing me with fevered abandon. We groan in


    unison. Our tongues meet and our mouths mold perfectly, in rhythm. Effortlessly matched movements,


    that ignite my fire. I love kissing him, he makes it feel like the easiest thing in the world and all thoughts


    of what we’re doing fly off in abandonment. This is what I have longed for.


    His hands release me,ing down under my butt to cup my upper thighs. He hoists me up as my


    legs open to move around his waist, my skirt seam rips up the back violently to allow for extra


    movement and I gasp against his lips. My body is slid up the sleek hood of the car to rest on top of it,


    our heads at the same height for once. My inner body spiraling out of control, heated, and sizzling


    inside, my heart pounding erratically, almost jumping through my chest as I self-implode with desire.


    His kiss deepens passionately, our tongues caress erotically and there it is, kissing like we’ve always


    been made to do it. Hot and fire fueled, consumed only with how it feels. I want to fall into this and


    never wake up. I want to be devoured by him endlessly. This is everything I’ve needed to heal my


    heart, all the pain melting away, reced with hunger and a sense ofpletion as I cling to him


    desperately, sliding my arms around his neck.


    I am hauled hard against his growing desire in his pants, and it makes me burn inside. My body


    clenching with heat as his hands squeeze my butt. He pulls me into his groin fully.


    I need him. I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.


    My hand trails down his front, skirting his carved abdomen shamelessly to pull his shirt up so I can feel


    his naked, taut skin. My fingers crawl under the thin material greedily, along the tickle of hair, down


    toward his waist band and throbbing muscle. He groans, pushing against me firmly as one hand slides


    up my inner thigh until his thumbes to thece edge of my panties. I thrust my pelvis forward,


    aching for him to keep going as his thumb traces over the outside of the material, over my femininity,


    sending tingles and waves of pleasure through me.


    God … I groan in ecstasy.


    Peeling me off the car, picking me up, he walks with my body wrapped around him fiercely, mouths still


    connected. The cool air around my underwear and my naked legs, one of my shoes falls off, hitting the


    ground with a tter but I don’t care. His mouth pleasures mine as he maneuvers me then sits me on


    hard sloping metal, tipping me back toy down as he scoops forward on top of me, his mouth moving


    to my neck. Warm breath causes a million sensations to flow through me as I grapple my arms out to


    stop myself sliding down, realizing I’m on the hood of his car, sheaved in darkness under the edge of a


    fire escape. His groines to meet mine, stopping me from falling further, and pushes against me for


    a moment, a hard thrust as we collide. Dizzying lust soars through me before his hand finds me again.


    I push my fingers into his hair, arching my body up to him hungrily, with one swift tug he rips myce


    underwear off, leaving a burning sensual pain across my skin that drives me crazy. I squeak in


    surprise, moaning as his hand moves back to tease me into submission, exploring my warm depths


    deliciously, tracing me out. I writhe around under his expert touch, savoring the weight of his body over


    me. His hand explores me, teases, and stimtes my body and I’m more than ready to lose all control,


    surrendering to him. I’m soaring, my heart is lifting at his attention, my emotions reeling with mounting


    happiness as he slides his fingers across the slick depths of me and I gasp at the contact.


    Suddenly, his attention snaps up, unexpectedly, leaving us both breathing heavily, he stops and pulls


    his fingers away. His eyes focus on mine and his expression changes, from heavy and fiery lust to


    sudden ice-cold nkness. He pulls my hands from what they’re doing to him, feeling his erection out,


    grabs my wrists and harshly pins them to the car by my head. His expression is so angry suddenly, and


    his re is so frosty, it makes me catch my breath, cooling my body as though he’s thrown me in ice.


    “This is why I made you leave, Emma … This shit that I do to you! This shit we do to each other!” He


    rasps then lets me go, pulling away so I slip down unexpectedly on the smooth surface with a squeal.


    He catches me and slides me to my feet, almost aggressively. Missing one stiletto, I stumble against


    him and grab his arms for support somehow angering him. He picks me up like a child and marches me


    around the car, wordlessly, depositing me into my seat harshly. He retrieves my shoe and hands it to


    me before mming the door shut, almost in my face.