Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
The man has self-control, I give him that.
I straddle his waist, and his lids droop as his large, talented man-hands come to my hips.
A phone rings, and his eyes slide toward the floor where his trousers are.
“Do you need to get that?”
He grinds his teeth. “Fuck.”
I take that as a yes and climb off.
Billy springs from the bed and grabs the phone out of his pants pocket. “Brick.”
Ah. His boss and best friend. I wonder which role of the relationship comes first? It almost seems like boss since he was so in the dog house with Brick over harming his relationship with Madi. It’s weird, though, because I thought Madi said they were college friends before he was a boss.
“Where are you?” Brick’s voice is so loud I can hear it all the way over here on the bed.
“I’m working from home today.”
“Since when do you work from home? What the fuck are you doing there?”
Billy’s face goes as blank as a slab of marble, not that he was showing much before.
Uh oh. I have a feeling playtime is over. I scoot off the bed and search for my clothes.
“I’m trying to have a meeting with my exec team, and they tell me you’re not here. I need you in the office. Now.”
“I’ll be there in thirty.” The call ends without any goodbyes. When Billy looks my way, I expect to see that flat businesslike gaze, but there’s a flicker of something else. Disappointment? Longing?
Seeing that glimpse of a real human beneath the slick exterior does something strange to my heart.
Am I feeling sympathy? For a billionaire?
That’s absurd. He chose this high-powered life. He chose Brick as a best friend.
He walks over to me where I’m standing in the matching bra and panty set that I may have chosen precisely for a moment like this. “I’m sorry.” He catches my nape and pulls my face up toward his. “I have to go. Please tell me we can do this again.”
Wow. He said please. And I’m sorry.
“We’ll see.”
He lowers his face toward mine, but stops halfway there. “May I kiss you?”
It seems hilarious that he’s asking permission to kiss me after he had his thumb in my ass a short time ago, but I’m still not in the mood to give him any inches.
“No.” I say but then take control, grasping his face and pulling his lips down to mine. I kiss the hell out of him, infusing all the built up lust I’d hoped to release with sex into his mouth. Our noses rub together. Lips twist. I make it long and passionate to show him what he missed. Not that the flagpole erection pressing into my belly doesn’t prove he’s already well aware.
When we come apart, his nose appears to have angry red marks. I reach up to touch one. “Did my nose ring scratch you?” It shouldn’t be able to scratch–that doesn’t make sense, but I can’t think of any other explanation.
Billy ignores my question and cradles my cheek in a gesture that seems way too tender for a guy I’ve been sparring with for months. He gives me one more quick kiss before turning away to pull on his clothes. I beat him in the race to get dressed and sweep out of the room before he does.
Pepper is waiting out in the hallway and–dammit!–he left a little puddle of pee there.
Fuck. Well, at least it was on the hardwood, not a rug I couldn’t afford to replace.
“Watch your step–there’s dog pee!” I call back to Billy. “I’ll clean it up.”
I hear Billy growl in the bedroom, and Pepper pees some more.
“Don’t be mean to him! He’s just a puppy!” I run for paper towels.
Billy catches me on his way out. He kisses me one more time. “I want you,” he says and leaves.
Those are his parting words.
I stare at the door he left through, a slow smile creeping over my face. “Noted.”
Billy
I savor Aubrey’s scent on my skin as I take the elevator to the garage. My face tingles where her silver nose ring burned me. My balls have to be a dark shade of blue–they ache like a motherfucker, but my wolf is whistling while he walks. I just made Aubrey come.
I had her naked in my bed. Her scent won’t just be all over my place, it will be on my sheets.
But as I tear out of the garage in my Porsche, the sound of Brick’s rebuke rings louder in my ears.
No one works from home at Moon Co. Twenty-five percent of the employees are wolves. That means no one is sick–ever. Brick runs his business with iron rule. He doesn’t demand evenings and weekends unless it’s necessary, but you sure as hell better be at your desk when he needs you.
I’ve always been the guy putting in the sixty hour weeks. I’m there first. Leave last. I make it my job to be on top of every single aspect of the business that might bite us. I work with Eagle–our corporate attorney and Brick’s brother-in-law–to problem solve every liability. I run that company as much as Brick does. Maybe more.