Kris cursed, getting into his car after shrugging on his suit, feeling his d**k throbbing so hard that walking was excruciating, and it was all he could do to keep himself from getting out of the car and storming back into the house to finish what he'd deliberately left hanging.
Dragging her out of the bar had heightened his anger but while driving, the memory of her allowing another man to hold her, to kiss her had fortified the gnawing of that emotion he still hoped wasn't jealousy.
His main intent on driving her to his house had been to rebuke her, remind her of the terms of their deal, but one look into her defiant eyes, the grey desire he could see lurking beneath the cluster of other emotions and he'd lost it, conceding control to a need he had barely anticipated.
The feel of her
