Now You're Catching Up

"Now you're catching up." He smirked, not even glancing down as his hand moved with purpose and memory. His fingers teased the edge of her folds, lingering there, just enough to make her squirm in her seat, but not enough to satisfy.

"Alex…" she murmured, part warning, part plea.

He leaned in then, the scent of his cologne curling around her senses. His lips were a whisper away from her ear as he spoke.

"You may not want to be my mistress, Eva. But let's make it clear…" He moved even closer, lips grazing the shell of her ear, breath hot against her skin. "If you want a fuck, you call me. Because if any other man touches you, he will end up missing."

His tone was calm. And it wasn't empty bravado—no, there was steel behind his words. A warning.