Page 14 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

“What is it?” Her voice was whisper soft. I realized just how long I’d been staring at her. “Do I have something on my face?” she asked before I could string a word together. Her hands rose, but before she could touch her lips, I took her hands in mine. Tangled her fingers with mine and brushed the back of her hand with my other.

There was no way I could ignore the silky smoothness of her skin against mine.

“Serena.” Her name sounded like a plea, and her eyes hooded.

“Yeah?” she breathed. “What is it, Carey?” She was close enough for her words to brush against my lips. My nose flared.

“Serena.” I leaned in closer.

My chest rose and fell heavily.

Being this close was dangerous.Kiss her. Claim her.Fox’ plan was fucking crazy. Insane. But I’d gone with it because it would finally let me do what I’d denying myself since she stepped foot into our office that first day. Her beautiful dark eyes fluttered shut. Fuck, everything seemed to go at a turtle’s pace.

My breathing.

Our bodies swaying a smidge closer.

My nose gently nudged hers. “I’m going to kiss you,” I warned, and she trembled.

Fucking trembled. My eyes dipped lower, and there was no denying her nipples were standing at attention. It had my mouth watering. My eyes moved up, soaking in everything about her. The way her breathing changed. The pink splotchy skin at her collarbone. The lust and need that matched mine in her dark gaze. I was almost positive she needed to know what that kiss would feel like as much I did.

I was dying to crush my lips to hers, but I held off.

It cost me to keep my space.

My dick was throbbing behind my dress slacks. But I still gave her a moment to back away. To push me away before I crossed a line we weren’t going to be able to come back from. A line the other two men were desperately waiting for me to cross.

I had to do this first.

“Carey,” she moaned my name, and my control shattered.

A stronger, better man would have held back a little more.

But that wasn’t me.

I was a ruthless bastard who always went for what he wanted, what he needed. And Serena Mendoza was both those things wrapped up in a cherry-red bow and so much more.

The moment our mouths connected, my brain fizzled out. A feral, almost primal part of me steered the ship. My hands held her face, tipping it this way and that to deepen the kiss. I didn’t wait for her lips to part to breach the seam of her mouth. My tongue dove in, forcing its way inside.

Claiming her roughly.

Savagely.

But my beautiful doll didn’t push me away. She didn’t fight our first kiss. If anything, she gave as good as she got. Her hands fisted the front of my suit jacket, bunched up tightly enough I knew she’d wrinkle the material. Knowing that made me hotter for her.

Greedier.

I was a son of a bitch. I liked the idea of her walking out of the office with her lips obviously swollen and her hair mussed up. My hand moved from her face and into her silky dark strands. The satiny tresses moved between my fingers like cool silk. I didn’t stop until I had a good grip and tugged on her hair. Serena’s lips parted wider, and we kissed until our lungs burned for oxygen. And even then, I forced her to keep kissing me. I should have been softer, sweeter. Maybe one day? Once the hunger and ache tempered down and I’d had my fill of her mouth.

Never, a voice yelled inside my head. I’d never get enough.

I sucked on her lower lip. The sound of her hitched breath did something to me. Bringing the monster she brought to life closer to the surface. My lips roamed to her chin and into the crook of her neck. Our sweet girl tilted her head, accommodated my invasion, and her hands dropped from the front of my suit jacket and touched the tops of my thighs.

“Carey,” she moaned my name so damn beautifully my hands reached for her and shifted her completely. Making her straddle my lap. One hand stayed on the curve of her ass while the other moved to the back of her head, tugging on the strands. I licked and kissed the line of her neck.

“Fuck,” I cursed against her silky, smooth flesh. I couldn’t stop, though. I knew if I kept it up, I would mark her, leave a hickey that would be visible if she pulled her hair back. The thought turned me into a man possessed. I was on a mission as my teeth scraped the skin just below her ear, licked and bit hard enough to leave a mark. I wanted anyone in the office to know someone had marked her if she so much as pulled her hair back. I wanted the other two to know how far I had gone. If I was honest, I wanted to see their matching marks next to it. Love bites from the three of us. The thought made my head swim.

“Carey—"