The Boss Assignment (Rogue Protectors Book 3) Victoria Paige (top 100 novels of all time TXT) 📖

He held his lewd response to that. Antonio could only chuckle as he got into the elevator beside her. The dig about Ariana didn’t sting like it used to. All he could think about was he’d met his match in the doctor and he couldn’t wait for a rematch.

Game fucking on.

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Charly couldn’t decide whether she was suffocating because she couldn’t stand Antonio’s proximity, or if she was suffocating because he saturated her with want. The three-second ride to the main level took forever, and the unfulfilled need throbbing at her core was begging to be sated.

The curse of multiple orgasms.

She wanted to flee to her room and take care of it.

When the elevator doors slid open, she did just that.

Ignoring Antonio’s curse and growl of her name, Charly ran. Through the hallway, up the stairs, turning right and down the hallway of the wing leading to their bedrooms. Upon reaching her door, she shoved it open and slammed it closed at the same time twisting the lock.

She leaned against it, panting. She was feeling feverish, but it wasn’t an illness, unless a hunger for Antonio’s touch was considered one. She hoped it didn’t develop into an addiction. Very slowly, she slipped her fingers beneath the band of her sweatpants and behind her panties, down to her cleft.

She was slick. She’d never been this wet before.

Charly heard his footsteps before the single pound on her door vibrated the wood.

“Charlotte Bennett,” he growled. “I didn’t take you for a coward.”

“Go away, Antonio,” she called. “I’m tired.”

“No, you’re not.” His voice lowered, but it sounded very close to her ear. “You’re sopping wet. You know you are even if you haven’t touched yourself already. You didn’t finish before you stubbornly denied yourself completion.”

“I’m not having sex with you.”

A rumble of a chuckle sounded behind the door. “You wound me, minha linda. You think I’ll take you in the sterility of that basement?” His voice was like a purr. “No. Before I fuck you, you’re going to have my mouth on your pussy …”

Good Lord. She began to rub her clit, biting down on her lip, on her response.

The door creaked as if he leaned into it. “Don’t you dare finish what I started.”

She ignored him, excited by the erotic turn of events. She was close, her hand moved faster and … she was coming. A strong wave pulsed from between her thighs and fluttered over her lower pelvis.

“Damn you! You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?

She whimpered.

“Fuck. Okay,” he said. “Imagine me fucking you with my tongue, licking every secret place you try to hide from me. I’ll spread you open, bare you to my eyes before I suck on that pussy. You will come on my tongue over and over, and I will swallow every drop of it before I ram my cock so deep inside you—”

Charly was blinded if not a little dizzy from the force of her release. She broke off in a low moan. “Uhnngh…”

“Fuck. You’re so sexy, gatinha. You’re cheating me from watching you come. I must punish you for it.”

Her legs lost strength. She came so hard that she sank to the floor.

“You hear me?”

“Go away, Antonio.”

“Be ready tomorrow morning.”

“I have things to do in the lab.”

“That will keep.” His voice lost its heat, and he was back to a business-like tone. “Now that you’re growing the virus cultures, I don’t want you working on them alone.”

“I said I won’t.”

“Then you’ll have time to accompany me to Ipanema.”

“To play tourist?”

He sighed. “You’ll see. Just be ready. I’ll have Ida bring you dinner since you’re too much of a coward to face me.”

“No need.” Her stomach growled.

“You will eat,” he said.

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Are you done hiding then?”

She didn’t say anything.

“I didn’t think so,” Antonio said. “If Ida says you won’t eat, I’m breaking down this door and force feeding you. You worked too hard today and you’re around pathogens. You need to stay healthy.”

“You’re right.” Whether his caring was about her health or his prized virologist getting sick, Charly was too tired to decipher his intentions tonight.

“Goodnight, Dr. Bennett.”

Back to being so formal. She noticed he began calling her Charly more and more though.

“Goodnight, Mr. Andrade.”

The next morning, all showered and dressed in jeans, tee, and her reliable clogs, Charly paced a circuit around her room. It was eight when she’d heard Antonio’s door open and close. She listened to his footsteps as he stopped in front of her room and held her breath. His knock never came. Now, an hour later, she was wondering if he’d left for the office. An hour was enough time for him to have breakfast and leave, right?

It was unfortunate that her room faced the back of the house and she couldn’t see anyone leaving the estate. Tired of pacing, she sat on the couch and stared at the tray Ida brought in last night.

The housekeeper didn’t say anything, although there was an amused slant to her lips. Was she aware of what happened between her and Antonio?

That man confused her. One moment he was charming and very helpful, at other times he was cutthroat and calculating. She was hurt by his intent to use her as bait. Maybe she read too much into their bonding moments in the lab, over the hand massage—even if that ended with him withdrawing, they shared intimate things about their past.

Thinking about intimate, her cheeks burned.

She would be a hypocrite to deny that their verbal sparring didn’t turn her on. That was why she ran away. She couldn’t ignore the heated way he was looking at her. And then he yanked her ponytail and she imagined all sorts of fantasies about Antonio taking her right then and there, but then she remembered Ariana … and couldn’t forget Claudette. She didn’t know much about the blonde, but she did know that Antonio used her for business and as a hostess for his parties.

Was that what he intended for Charly? Blondes for