“I don’t believe you,” she says eerily calm now, glaring through me like I’m a damn shadow.

“That doesn’t make it any less true, Grimm.” I cross the walk-in closet, stepping across my suits carelessly, feeling the expensive materials crush under my feet.

Fuck the suits and fuck our deal.

I step toe-to-toe with Winter, looking down into her big blinking brown eyes. I slide my hands over the curves of her hips and take a few steps forward, backing her into the wall behind her, and she lets me. She lets me. Because she knows what this is just as much as I do. This is hot and raw and maddening, but it’s real. Our attraction to each other is palpable. It’s heavy, dense with passion and the brutal need to be consumed by each other.

We are maddening, and for reasons I can’t understand, I fucking love it.

Her eyes narrow on mine with brazen hostility, then her teeth slip over her bottom lip to bite it, and my cock takes notice.

Fuck. Me.

This woman, even angry—especially angry—makes my blood sing in my veins. She makes me alert, so fucking alert, to all of my senses, heightening them to almost superpower levels. I could rip this resort to rubble, wall by wall, with only my hands and a scowl.

“Now, let me ask you again…” My hands slide from her hips to the small of her back. “How was your date?” I draw out, clapping the “t” between the roof of my mouth and my tongue for emphasis.

Winter’s glare doesn’t waver. Her shoulders pull back and her spine straightens. She’s ready for battle. Guess what, Crazy, so am I.

Bet her pussy’s getting wetter by the syllable.

“It was perfect.” She tuts the “t” the same way I did.

I take a step forward, erasing the half an inch of space between us, sliding my hands into her palms. I thread my fingers through hers, then pull her arms up and over her head, pressing her hands into the wall while I breathe down on her wildly. Her tits heave into my chest as she pulls in heavy breath after heavy breath.

“How was the surfer?” I ask, pushing my hips into her center, grinding my growing cock into the apex of her thighs.

“Perfect,” she breathes, followed by a moan when I thrust my hips forward again, grinding into her harder when all I really want to do is flip her around and spank that beautiful ass until she can’t sit on it for ever agreeing to go out with another man.

I skate my tongue down the shell of her ear to her neck, sucking a mouthful of her sensitive skin against my tongue.

“Why didn’t you fuck her?” she asks, squeezing my hands into hers, my fingers tightening to reciprocate.

“You know why.”

“No, I don’t,” she breathes a moan into my ear as I rock my hips forward again.

“Yes, you do. For the same reason you got so angry when you thought I did. We like each other.”